I felt sick as a dog earlier today. There is obviously a bug going around and I am unwillingly hosting copies of it in my body. It is certainly most disheartening having to review patients in the condition that I was in.
However, duty came above self and I empathised as best as I could. My nurses were sympathetic to my plight and plied me with an expectorant which in itself is not therapeutic. It is psychological, I told myself. I shall overcome this affliction with sheer will power, and soon I will be right as rain again.
Lord, Thou Great Physician, I kneel before Thee. Since every good and perfect gift must come from Thee:
Give skill to my hand, clear vision to my mind, kindness and sympathy to my heart. Give me singleness of purpose, strength to lift at least a part of the burden of my suffering fellow men, and a true realization of the rare privilege that is mine. Take from my heart all guile and worldliness, that with the simple faith of a child I may rely on Thee.