This past week was just a roller coaster, even worse than usual.
Having people quite literally put their lives in your hands is an incredible privilege, but sometimes it just shatters you in the process.
I was reminded of this over and over, especially when midnight found me fighting hard in the OR.
I cried three times with patients this week, which is way, way out of the norm and definitely something not usually taught in medical school.
Granted, once was a happy cry but the other two took me right to the edge.
I thought about it a lot, and my final analysis is this: if I ever get to a point that things don’t affect me to the core, I should probably quit being a doctor.
Hugging my own family extra tight this weekend.