I push open the door to my final post-op before lunch. Charles Jacobs, post CABG. He should be out.

I enter the room and check his stats absentmindedly. I can't seem to clear my head today. After my talk with Mel, I tried sleeping but it was no use. I just stared at the ceiling, realizing what a horrible person I am. I can't stop thinking about ( Read more... )

The ER is ridiculously slow and the only thing keeping me going is a chest painer. I've run all of the tests, I'm getting an echo ordered and I've got it all neatly stacked for Dr. Burke to come and whisk the patient away from an emergent CABG.

Hopefully one I can scrub in on. It would take hours. It would be more time that I can avoid George ( Read more... )