Hace tiempo que me compré este libro, pero es en este momento justo cuando ha conseguido engancharme. Os copio una parte que me hizo sentirme identificada:
"When the Fat Man went to lunch and we did not, the terror returned. Maxine asked me to write an order for aspirine for Sophie's headache, and as I started to sign my name, I realized I was responsible for any complications, and I stopped. Had I asked Sophie if she was allergic to aspirin? Nope. I did. She was not. I started to sign the order, and stopped. Aspirin causes ulcers. Did I want to have this poor LOL in NAD bleed out and die from an ulcer? I would wait for the Fat Man and ask him if it was all right. He returned.
'I've got a question for you, Fats.'
'I've got an answer. I've always got an aswer.'
' It is all right to give Sophie two aspirin for her headache?
Looking at me as if I were from another planet, Fats said, 'Did you hear what you asked me?
'Roy, listen. Mothers give aspirin to babies. You give aspirin to yourself. What is this, anyway?'
'I guess I'm just afraid to sign my name the order.'
'She's indestructible. Relax, I'm sitting right here, OK?...'
Pues eso, que cuando la responsabilidad está en tu mano las cosas se ven de otra manera...