F*ck, I hate when I'm right! This time it was MY patient, I was right on top of it, giving the atropine while still just a slow heart rate in 40's and had a pulse...lost the pulse, had to do CPR(again), another epi and some atropine later, an we had a pulse again. heart was beating again, we had a blood pressure, and, well , we shoved a tube down her throat and put her on a ventilator, so she wasn't blue anymore. She's alive. This was at the end of my day.
At the beginning of my day, I walked into a grieving family whose loved one just died, that I knew quite well and was quite fond of after taking care of them last week quite a bit.
And I still have to go back the next 2 days!
So, I am sitting here, alone, in my empty house, drinking liquor so I can try to sleep tonight, so I can go back and do it all over again, wishing I wasn't so independent.