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I went to the Emergency Department
Through the same door
That reflected my face set in determination
At the beginning of each shift.
But this time, I was wearing sandals
And my mom was with me.
Or rather, I was with her.
The glass door mirrored my glassy eyes
And my furrowed brow
Just as it reflected the distraught faces of loved ones
All. Day. Long. …
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Contributors AL-B conceptualised, drafted and edited the document.
Funding The authors have not declared a specific grant for this research from any funding agency in the public, commercial or not-for-profit sectors.
Competing interests None declared.
Patient and public involvement Patients and/or the public were not involved in the design, or conduct, or reporting, or dissemination plans of this research.
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