She passed away last night.
Sally, that sweet little child with dingy Barney

developed massive UGIB. Her platelet count dropped from 51 to 22 in just a matter of 6 hours. She was trasferred to PICU, coded twice and died 9 hours after transfer.
The mother blames those staff who took over because they got rid of barney while Sally was already unresponsive after the 1st code. They placed the toy in the patient's belongings box.
She was even waiving goodbye at us on her ride down to the intensive care unit. Last time I saw her, she was smiling although irritated with the discomfort of her nasogastric tube.
Why do angels on earth have to go to heaven too soon?
Pardon me, I just feel compelled to post this one in memory of her.
The joys and pains of nursing.
This aspect of my job is what I hate most, dealing with myself every after a patient dies.
Surely, I will get by.
Sigh, what other profession gets one to grieve more often than by being a nurse?
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