How strange it feels to take care of child brought in to the ER, say by helicopter or ambulance, only to find out later that the tragic event made the news. It is a bit surreal.

How gut-wrenching it feels to have to make decisions regarding the care of a another child who suffers from serious traumatic injury. It is quite a responsibility.

How sad it feels to have to tell the parents of yet another child not to worry until we know the results of all the tests, but deep inside, my greatest fear is that it will ultimately prove to be life threatening. It is so uncertain.

On days like these, I wonder if I'm blessed or cursed to have medical knowledge. It is so disorienting.