It was yesterday evening around 9 p.m. in an emergency service of a large metropolis which is preparing, like the majority of France, at the arrival of the Storm Xynthia. The service is full, but the waiting room is empty, all patients have been taken care of or are waiting for results. I just brought out a lady of 99 years old who had an incredible potato and nothing to say medically, a real happiness and especially a great burst of laughter when she looked at us with a smile in the corner, telling us that this morning she wondered if she was not in Surrounded. After a day of running around, it feels good.
The host nurse arrives then, she also with a smile on the corner of the lips, our grandmother on the way out has probably made another joke. But no, it's something else.