Just got home. One of my patients died. It sucks to have that responsibility but it’s part of my job. I had to talk really fast and leave the room because everyone in that room were crying and I kinda just wanted to cry with them. I was kinda tearing up and choking while I was trying to listen with my stethoscope. Bleh. Things like these makes me appreciate life even more. The family was so thankful to me and I was really glad I didn’t mess up.
I have couple more days to go. I have to be back tonight for yet another fun night in the hospital. My usual coworkers are gonna be there so hopefully they’ll make the night fun.
Btw, that was my first death. It was weird ‘cause I was hoping to keep my career death-free. But that death was expected. The family were ready for it.
