Medical Art Prints
Scrub Pieces, 2018, 2022
I must have known that going into medicine would be hard. Surely I realized that taking care of sick people would be draining? I can’t quite remember what I thought 15 years ago.
In my career, it’s not the general difficulty of it all, but the details that get to me. The sheer number of patients who all have unique stories of why they need care to begin with... I wish I could forget the details of their lives, because it’s too real.
I struggle to make sense of it all. Am I helping, in the grand scheme of things? I find myself part of a business (which is owned by another business) that profits off the sickness of human beings. I’m told the money has to come from somewhere, that it’s expensive
to care for people, to pay employees, to keep the lights on. I don’t know what the solution is.
But it seems broken, and I can’t put the pieces together.