Hiralious

Injuries and burns don't care about the sanctity and sovereignty of the human body . The same body that we take care of , the nails we paint , the hair we make into styles , the face we color to make beautiful, for the accidents and injuries that can befall them , they don't even qualify as targets. Fire burns things and people in a similar fashion. Then upon receiving the patients , doctors sit and do the one thing humans can do , categorize the injuries and make plans. The most of what happens is so arbitrary, so haphazard and so shocking to the unaccustomed human eye, the grief of family so wholesome that the words of comfort die in my mouth before I can offer them. The last days of a burn victim are taxing for them. As different organs fight for survival and give up , each leaving a painful reminder for the bearer, the cleaning of wounds and dressings take so long  and the patient slowly and very numbly watches the destruction of everything that constitutes 'me' for an average person. To observe their suffering quietly, to clean their wounds , to apply each dressing myself with care as if I am decorating a bride , it is my form of prayer for them.