So.
An ethics question: How am I supposed to maintain any degree of compassion for a patient whom I know is responsible for another person's death?
I'm finding it to be harder and harder.
Yep, another drunk driver killed someone last night. And I'm getting fucking sick of it, and so are most of the people that I work with.
But the level of care is being maintained... I don't really think that that will ever be a problem. If I believed that we had souls, I'd say that our souls were becoming tainted by helping these people. Since we don't, I'll just say that we're building up great layers of disgust around our brains.
And it is so much worse when the people seem to not care about the people that they've killed... all they care about is "Me! Me! Help ME! I hurt I hurt I HURT!"... and it's made even worse if they happen to have relatively minor injuries.
They know nothing of the suffering that they've caused, and care even less... after all, that's only other people. All they care about is themselves.
I find it really hard to care about them at all.
I don't like that about me. I want to be compassionate to everyone, no matter what. I'm not there to judge, but to help.
I'm not there to judge.
I judge anyway.
I've seen the suffering that they cause... I've seen the bereaved families, I've seen the torn bodies, I've seen the light fade from young eyes.
Fucking right I judge.