So, I graduated from medical school in May, and on July 1st I started on the medicine service at the hospital I work at in cleveland. So far this month I'd managed to escape the dreaded "code blue" until tonight. First code, first time doing chest compressions on a real person, first time I've seen someone die right in front of me. What sucks about the situation is that early yesterday morning when I was finishing my night shift, I went to check on him and ended up sitting in his room to watch the end of an Slayer concert on tv. He was doing great and was talking about how he'd seen them in concert a bunch. Then the next time I saw him, I was doing chest compressions and dislodging his ribs from his sternum in the process.
So here's to you Mr. _______ I hope you're still listening to Slayer wherever you are. \m/
So here's to you Mr. _______ I hope you're still listening to Slayer wherever you are. \m/