A patient passed away when I was doing ward rounds today. It was kind of unnerving. The curtains were pulled, the family was gathered and you could hear them trying to resuscitate her. She was alive when I walked in this morning and about 11-ish, she wasn’t. She was in a critical condition, doctors were around her the whole time we were in the ward for the past 2 days. And I guess her body gave up after fighting for so long. I’m a sympathetic cry-er, so, I could hardly look when her family started sobbing. Her daughter (I assume) came in later and you could see how devastated she was when she saw her mom.
I don’t know. It’s one of those times when you realise how real things can get. Kinda shifted my mood a whole lot. Day 3 in wards: First death. hm.