Some years ago, the San Francisco General Hospital (SFGH) ER staff printed up really cool T and sweatshirts that read: San Francisco General Hospital—As Real As It Gets.
In case I don’t get to see you again… I knew only bits about Mr. G. The bits that don’t really matter. I knew what medications he had been prescribed. I knew his blood pressure. I knew his weight. But I knew nothing about the bits that mattered.
