Post mortem


Every time a person dies on me, I feel horrible. Take last night for instance. We tried all we could, but it was really too little too late. The unfortunate man came too late for medical attention. By the time we got to him, he was already in shock.

The sad part was that he was seen by at least 2 other doctors in the last 5 days who failed to diagnose him with dengue fever. His gross morbid obesity only served to accelerate his downward spiral and made resuscitative efforts all the more difficult.

I couldn’t sleep well last night, thinking what else could have been done for a better outcome. I believe we have done what we can in this resource poor place (UMMC was like a medical heaven compared to this place).

I am nursing a headache now, drinking my Cafe 21 coffee and will be going for the ‘pass over meeting’ later. We have a lot of explaining to do. Sigh.

I feel tired and worn out. I read the Bible just now. This was what I read:

The Lord will guide you continually,

And satisfy your soul in drought,

And strengthen your bones;

You shall be like a watered garden,

And like a spring of water,

whose waters do not fail.

Isaiah 58:11 (NKJV)

God knows I need some watering now.

Wed, 100107 @ 0745; another 16 days till salary is out. Ugh….