13 Years in the ER: From Chaos to Bearing Witness (A Farewell in Two Acts)
Prologue I thought I’d prepared myself. My last shift in the ER, after 13 years, landed on Friday the 13th - the most infamous day on the calendar. It felt like a joke the universe was playing, so I leaned into it. I imagined the absurdities, the chaos, the dark humor that define life in a pediatric ER. I even wrote about it preemptively, anticipating the madness. But the universe had more to offer. What I thought would be a final hurrah of irrationality turned into something far heavier. A father, a family, a tragedy that echoed through time. This is my farewell to the ER in two acts. Act I – The chaos I expected. Act II – The weight I couldn’t see coming. ~ Act I ~ 13 Years, Friday the 13th, and the Madness of the ER Coincidence or predestiny? After nearly 13 years of adrenaline-fueled chaos, sleepless nights, and a steady diet of chai and calamity, my last ER call lands squarely on the unluckiest day of the calendar. I could’ve chosen to laugh, but ...