My eight-hour shift in the emergency department stretched just a tad longer as I finished off
suturing a laceration on a gentleman’s chin. After I had thrown around all the loops, I gave
the two ends of the nylon thread one nice tug and found the two edges neatly opposed. The blood
stopped leaking down his neck so I wound a few tight knots and cut off the loose ends, leaving a
pair of tidy bunny ears. I then disposed of the gloves, the sharpies, and the excess pieces of
gauze. I signed out the rest of my patients to the incoming resident and called off a shift that had
its routine quota of broken bones, myocardial infarctions, and bleeding intestines.
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