Five years ago. It’s 3am and there’s a stack of notes at the end of the long, curving nurses’ station. Only around five or six, now. When I started five hours ago I could’ve sworn it was never going to drop below twenty. I pick the next set and start reading about the patient I’m about to meet in cubicle six.
In ED I never read these charts from front to back, I start by skipping to the patient’s vital Continue reading “It’s still a sin to kill a mockingbird”