Perhaps a prescription pad is left floating on the waves. If only he had talked to me. The dilemma, of course, is how to release ourselves from the bindings of altruism without surrendering our compassion. After the heady days on Olympus cavorting with the gods, a return to the plains below seems a dull alternative. Yet others do it.
Nurses are uniformly loved and yet they work, gasp , shifts.
They, too, are accorded a place in the celestial pecking order by the public, flitting about at the lower levels of the stratosphere. Doctors are accorded a higher status, for they bear the secrets of medicine obtained from the twin gods of modern medicine, Science and Technology. Like Prometheus, we are expected to pay a higher price for our hubris. Perhaps our salvation will be thrust upon us. Some governments are introducing legislation to reduce the odious hours worked by house staff in the hope that they will stop injecting the wrong pharmaceuticals into the wrong places.