There are a few things that I know about myself. I give great hugs. I'm not the best listener at times. I do good back-bends. Also, I handle death well. It's one of the things that makes me good at what I do. I accept death for what it is, and I know too well that there are several hundred worse things that can happen to you. I've seen death be a blessing countless times.
At 06:30 Tuesday morning I was doing chest compressions on a 23 year-old when I was told to stop. We had watched septic shock take her down over the course of 4 hours. When we first saw her she was alert, had mottled skin, rapid breathing and heart rate, and low blood pressure. She slowly declined from there. Despite two liters of fluid, antibiotics, dopamine, and a ventilator she eventually lost consciousness shortly before her heart stopped working. She died because her body couldn't handle the bug inside her.
I'm still not sure exactly what I took with me as I helped cover her up and left her bedside. I don't feel angry. I don't feel a sense of injustice. I don't feel failure. I just feel sad.
At 06:30 Tuesday morning I was doing chest compressions on a 23 year-old when I was told to stop. We had watched septic shock take her down over the course of 4 hours. When we first saw her she was alert, had mottled skin, rapid breathing and heart rate, and low blood pressure. She slowly declined from there. Despite two liters of fluid, antibiotics, dopamine, and a ventilator she eventually lost consciousness shortly before her heart stopped working. She died because her body couldn't handle the bug inside her.
I'm still not sure exactly what I took with me as I helped cover her up and left her bedside. I don't feel angry. I don't feel a sense of injustice. I don't feel failure. I just feel sad.
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FREAKIN HUGE.
and thank you for the lovely compliments.