by smallpoxgirl » Wed 09 Jul 2008, 16:38:48
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('mystiek', 'S')mallpox what kind of doc are you?
Family Practice. Before that I spent a year doing an ER internship. I spent a lot of time in ICU's learning to do really brutal things to people before their inevitable death. It almost convinced me to quit medicine. I like FP much better. I get to help people avoid death as long as possible, and when the time comes to face it, I can at least try to convince them that the hospital is really not the place they want to be.
I wish I could convince myself to believe in an afterlife. It'd make the whole thing much more comforting. Thing is, when it all comes down to it, I really guess I'm with Darwinsdog...if you can't see it, touch it, feel it, I've gotta believe it's just people making up fairy tales.
My uncle died last summer. Young guy. 55, I believe. He was an acupuncturist. I talked to him one Saturday and he wasn't feeling well. I told him to go into urgent care. He didn't. On Thursday he was at work about noon and had a cerebral hemorrhage. By midnight that night they were pulling him off the ventilator. Ended up coming home and dying a couple of days later at home with his loved ones around. It was beautiful, but also really sad. I still miss him a lot. He's really the first person that I was that close to who died. I've had patients that died, but patients are different. That white coat is a magic garment. It gives you immortality. You put on a paper gown and sit on an exam table...all bets are off. You could keel over before the days done. The thing is....there really isn't a why. There's no celestial plan that I can see. He's just gone and it sucks.
To steal a line from Full Metal Jacket: "The dead know only one thing, that it is better to be alive."