Thought Catalog

I always experience a moment of anxiety before entering a new home. When I first started out in Emergency Medical Services, I attributed this to a lack of experience. However, years later, I would still experience it. There was no way to tell from the outside what condition was contained within; both of the home and of the person who was about to become my patient. All of my life — and despite the fact that I am myself not the most tidy person in the world — I’ve had a strange aversion to a messy home. And I knew that if the home was especially disgusting — bits of food all over the floor, old newspapers stacked knee high, the faint but distinguishable odor of urine — that I would have a difficult time focusing on his chest pain, her stomach ache, and so on.

But on this particular…

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