Like others I agreed , this is a touching post. Having to see such a view on life especially when it happens first hand I have to admit its excruciating and painful. This was the reason I couldn’t put myself in your shoes, the reason I didn’t want to be in healthcare, I couldn’t the pain it came with. Yes, there are times where as professional you see someone succeed and live but when something like this takes place the joy of saving someone goes away.
When the cell phone hanging on my hip rang, I was trying to hang some expensive silk drapes in my living room. I was slightly annoyed. This was the third time my phone had rung and I was not even on call. I should have just paid the dang $120 to have them do the hanging for me. But noooo… I thought I could do it myself.
When I heard the sobs on the other end of the line, I left everything where it was, in the floor, and drove downtown to the big hospital.
I stood discretely outside the door, watching the heartbeat and respirations marked out on the monitor. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. Sometimes it was ding, ding, ding. Doctors and nurses came and went.
Her mother and father took turns holding her as the rest of the grieving family gathered.
Soon, the machines and medicines would be turned…
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