SOUNDINGS: Medical necessity
I've been finding it hard to think of anything funny to write since 11 September. I was going to write something on the overuse of the word “appropriate” in modern society. In the end though that didn't seem, well, appropriate.
Why should I feel this way exactly? I don't remember losing the ability to be flippant in the weeks after I heard of the 8000 Muslims killed in Srebrenica, or the million Tutsis killed in Rwanda. Even when I visited the Killing Fields memorial in Cambodia before applying to medical school, I don't recall letting it spoil my holiday.
Perhaps it's the fear of what is to come next. Perhaps it's that sense that the destruction happened “over here” for once. But then, as a Londoner, I remember my fair share of IRA bomb scares. Perhaps it's guilt.
Guilt at how easy it is to forget all about what's going