The slow beeping of the monitor comes to a halt and someone eventually shuts it off.
Click clack.
The machines are quiet now. I take one more look at the innocent, boyish young face and wonder what kind of life he had led. I leave the room, along with the rest of the team. A hand draws the curtain closed.
Death.
Quite literally, the most final force on Earth. The permanent, irreversible cessation of …
The quiet grief behind hospital walls
“The patient in room 17 needs an IV line! Hey, have you ever put in an IV before?!”
Everybody looked at me at once. I tried my best to maintain a confident outer appearance. But I’ll admit, I was caught off guard. I thought back to my attempted IV insertions throughout my anesthesia rotation earlier in the year. I struggled with getting the IV line smoothly into the vein. I followed …
A surprising example of how medicine is learned from our patients
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