我是大夫,不是姑娘

miracles dont just happen every day

Spent almost an hour with my senior today in an interview with the relatives of a patient who refuses discharge.

 

Daughter was obviously recording the whole interview with her purple colour iPhone. Without asking for permission of coz. Not even informing us.

 

At one point I was really pissed off when she asked:

‘is there any chances that she could wean off her feeding tube?’

Senior replied with a firm ‘ NO’

then she goes: ‘ can you make 100% guarantee that she’s never ever going to do so? Can you write a letter to certify that?’

 

Geez I can’t even guarantee that I’ll be alive to do ward rounds for your mum tmr.

 

Almost every statement that she made was so hostile and sounds as if we are giving up on her mother.

To be honest I do and we do everything we think it’s worth for every patient. But miracles just don’t happen every day on everyone. How I wish every pt in my ‘happy farm’ can get up and talk and eat and go home happily with their family. But that’s not even going to happen in fairy tale.

 

And why do ppl have to think ‘ oh you are just the doctor, you are not his/her family so you don’t care’ ? I feel happy when one of them can make a peace sign; I feel happy to see the girl of my age walking well at MDW; I actually felt very sorry for the old lady who stayed so long; and I sobbed when that lady died in ICU and the other young guy who died shortly after admission and left his wife alone.

 

Despite all these, I still love my job. I still believe I am doing good things for ppl ( though it’s mainly my seniors’ work heehee). The world is not perfect. But we can try making it a better one.

 

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