The Exit Room

I have brought many patients into this room, most of whom survived. Of the ones that didn’t, most were unconscious as they entered, but the ones that stick in my mind are the ones that are awake who enter and don’t leave alive.

What happens when we start normalizing this situation as just part of the job? It’s hard not to when we see it so often. Is it healthy to “normalize” seeing people die? It happens every day, after all. How does that affect the rest of our lives when we witness others die, and it becomes ‘part of the job.’? How does that perspective spill into our lives outside of work? Does it make us appreciate what we have? Or does us make us a little dead inside ourselves?

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