"Good nurses do not make good doctors and good doctors do not
make good nurses."

I have been wondering for a while now, since I noticed this quite strong feeling, is there a possibility of me becoming a Chloe Payne [towards the end/last ep]?

You'd know that you are doing a fine job if your confused and uncooperative patient/client tells you that you look good after a quite gruesome rounds, well, just maybe. *A wink from the right, and then from the left eye.*

As I was sitting on the bleachers near the Richmond (VA) racetrack as a spectator this weekend, I thought about three possible reasons race fanatics love to watch NASCAR: (1) Of course, the roaring sound of excitement as the cars start racing as well as the nail biting kind felt as the cars fight for those top points; (2) the humor of sitting with reliable titanic earphones on while exercising the neck and eye muscles for the whole 200 laps period, trying to keep up with the speeding vehicles, and (3) (lightheartedly) the pleasure of being cooled [or rather, blown] -by the wind created by the race- for free.

Maybe we care because we are afraid of the responsibility/guilt, the kind that makes us feel bad when anything unfortunate or unbearable happened to someone because we did not do the right thing, especially when we were capable or supposed to be able to do something about it. Do we really care about the next person or simply ourselves?


-Not in a bitter tone- Just a thought