Forgetting the Unforgettable

A young woman sat quietly in her hospital bed. Beside her the morning sunlight bathed her newborn son, asleep through the chatter of the cicadas outside.

The doctor smiled. The baby was perfectly formed.

“What’s your baby’s name?”, asked the doctor.

The new mother looked down silently. The cicadas chattered on. She looked up,
“I forgot”, she said.

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The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

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About Chris Nickson

An oslerphile suffering from a bad case of knowledge dipsosis. Key areas of interest include: emergency medicine, critical care, toxicology, tropical medicine, clinical epidemiology, history, literature and the internet-learning revolution. @precordialthump | + Chris Nickson | Contact

Comments

  1. Francesca says:

    …then I have so much to look forward to and torture others with in my old age :)

  2. …then I have so much to look forward to and torture others with in my old age :)

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