Abstract
It always happens in the winter with constant washing my hands splinter. Even if I use gel and lotion skin becomes sandpaper in motion. Fissures open, the knuckles turn red a few times my hands even have bled. How it stings me—such irritation! The stigmata of sanitation! Yet, I still say as the water pours “Let me clean my hands, then I’ll shake yours.” It is a soapy cross that I...
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It always happens in the winter with constant washing my hands splinter. Even if I use gel and lotion skin becomes sandpaper in motion. Fissures open, the knuckles turn red a few times my hands even have bled. How it stings me—such irritation! The stigmata of sanitation! Yet, I still say as the water pours “Let me clean my hands, then I’ll shake yours.” It is a soapy cross that I bear an important way to show I care. For as a doctor I know this much first do no harm starts with the first touch.
JAMA – American Medical Association
Published: Mar 7, 2012
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