The Dishonesty of Informed Consent Rituals

The patient was moaning and swearing, his emergency visible from across the department: the flattened shoulder, the dent where the humeral head used to be, the yurt-shaped bulge below the clavicle where it was now. The paramedics had made a sling from a triangular muslin cravat, but he wasn’t using…

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