My 12 hour shift in the Surgical ICU had me thinking a lot about how short life really is. I started out the day with two patients as is usually the case. By 9:30am we were emergently intubating (inserting a breathing tube) my patient, performing CPR, shocking her, putting her on tons of IV medication to help her heart beat and waiting for the family to arrive. By the end of the day, I was putting that same patient into a body bag. Sad, I know.
I'm now reflecting on my own life and have drawn a few conclusions. Life is short. Make the best of it. I know people say that a lot, but when you actually work in a place that deals with death on such an intimate level, you're really forced to deal with the reality of death and it's inevitability. It really sucks sometimes.
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