How we die should never be taken lightly
It was another day in the intensive care unit. The night was clean and calm, ventilators beeping their expected melody, and the laborers of medicine went about their night shifts uneventfully, including me sitting with the obnoxious admission pager attached to my hip. The smoothness of it all shattered when the beeper started screaming – I picked up the phone and soon the emergency room physician was on the line.
“We …