It's time to change careers. Or at the very least to never triage again. Ever.
Today I pulled a dead baby out of a car.
Yes, you read that right.
I. Pulled. A. Dead. Baby. Out. Of. A. Car.
While her mom screamed frantically at me to save her child.
While I took one look and knew it was already too late.
As I ran full-speed into the trauma room cradling the baby in my arms.
And participated in a balls to the wall full blown pediatric code.
Just on the off chance that we were wrong.
All of us.
It's time to change careers. Or at the very least to never triage again.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM