I just read a story in the news titled something like: “She was discharged from the ER twice, then she died.” It was a link I couldn’t help clicking and after reading the story I arrived at a familiar conclusion: It is hard to be an ER doctor. The down and dirty of the story
It was one of those days. Everybody was crying. I was crying. My two toddlers in the backseat were crying. I was overwhelmed and frustrated and angry. “Stop it!” I cried at the crying toddlers, which only made them cry louder and now with a tinge of fear, adding guilt to my frustration. Oh, the
Every ER staff knows that the most dramatic and attention grabbing person in the waiting room is seldom the sickest. It's the polite man at the back of the line quietly waiting his turn that will turn out to be having a massive heart attack. So this feeling follows us around that try as you
