HTFU

Everybody dies.

More specifically, everyone I look after seems to die.

This weekend had a combined death toll of 3, which doesn't sound that high, but... When you think that on Friday you were chatting to all these people, holding their hands and taking their blood and telling them, "We'll try and make you better", it becomes chilling.

Emergency was busy this weekend; at one point we had 4 young men in cervical collars - motorcycles are a bad idea. I dealt with TWO kids under 14 who had been riding motorcyles and crashed.

We also had an acute trauma where a Dad & daughter combo (on another motorcycle, natch) collided with a kangaroo. Guess who won?

And finally, a gentleman who said his biggest issue was that he couldn't pee. He looked a little blue in the lips, but I took him at his word and put a catheter in. Then he crashed. We revived him. He crashed. We revived him. We got him well enough to go to the ward. He crashed again today. "CPR, done right, should break a few ribs". Indeed. I broke ribs. He still died.

Luckily, there's no time for introspection on the job. We washed our hands and walked back out to wards; I got a little teary, but finished the ward round. As they say down in ED: "HTFU Sam."

Harden the F**K up. In the meantime, coffee, head down and power through.