Bad night: over the last 24 hours, four patients died at our ward.

One died, while we were reanimating him, one of our docs was really reanimating the shit out of him, my colleague P. asked with bewilderment: "Are you trying to introduce him into the mattress or something?" 

I hate the feeling when a rib cracks. At first it's hard and exhausting to reanimate and suddenly the rib cracks, it gets easier but the feeling is disgusting. Soft and mushy. 

Unfortunately he died. 

Anyway, some of colleagues are happy to see me and hug me when I'm at work, which isn't quite often due to my studies.. 

One more night to go

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