I haven’t blogged in quite a while, and my husband was harassing me to post something new. I’m currently in my third year of medical school rotating through various specialties in the hospital. It’s not that I’m too busy to blog (though I’m quite busy between hospital scut work and studying), it’s just that this year feels like such a whirlwind of emotions sometimes that it’s hard to put them out into the blogosphere without feeling a little exposed. But maybe those are the types of topics that make for the most interesting read. So I give you a topic that reflects what was going through my mind a few days ago: when you wish patients would die.
Try not to read too much into that – I don’t want to harm or kill my patients. But sometimes you see people who have been suffering for so long, that you wish for an end to their suffering. Unfortunately for some people, the only end that would provide this is death.