H A I L E Y
After a long week of work, caffeine, surgeries, the successful ones and the unsuccessful ones, it was finally the weekend.
The bad part of my job was experiencing the deaths of a patient or knowing that they were going to die and not being able to do anything about it. When we've literally tried every method to save their lives and still lose them after everything. It's devastating as a doctor, not to mention the family of the deceased.
And, four years into this profession, every single death still feels like the first. It never gets better, but I'm expected to show no emotions, but deep down, my heart bleeds for their family.
The guilt of knowing that their loved one came in alive and left in a body bag is something that stays with you, no matter how much you try to shake
