Just once, I would like to tell my patient's families the way things really are. For once, I want to open my mouth and have Hugh Laurie's sarcastic wit pop out and tell them what I really think. For once I want to say, yes I know you think this is all about you, but how do you think the dying patient feels? Do you think that would hit home for some of these people? I doubt it. To say it wasn't a good night is putting it mildly. It was awful. I was called to do a stat hospice start of care (the irony doesn't escape me), and became promptly embroiled in family drama-none of which was about the patient. Perhaps I am a touch jaded this week. Bring on Friday, I'm ready for a break.
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