popping the cherry.
yesterday in class a professor made a harsh, but very true description of how each and every one of us will experience that feeling when we pop that first death cherry. losing that first patient and telling the family. it's a really melodramatic subject i suppose, but i'm not one to pile it on deeper. whatever the case, it's just ganna suck. i mean, i've seen dead people while working in the medical field since i was 18, but even the ones we lost in the rear of an ambulance had the responsibility shuffled to the receiving physician. and that'll suck. having to take the blame if anyone fucks up; paramedics, nurses, techs...anyone. our prof made it clear that it all comes to us; and that when a patient dies, his family will hold it on the shoulders of the physician and nobody else...not even the hospital.
anyway, i've been in LA the last few days.. after bearing witness to the birth of lily rimoldi in san diego. it was fantastic. oy. uncle vince. well, every kid needs that "gay uncle", and i guess for lily, he's it! =)
anyway, i've been in LA the last few days.. after bearing witness to the birth of lily rimoldi in san diego. it was fantastic. oy. uncle vince. well, every kid needs that "gay uncle", and i guess for lily, he's it! =)