The harrowing hospital night shift nothing could have prepared me for Years of medical training can never prepare you for your role in someone else’s tragedy and its emotional impact
The most important part of every night shift is matching your scrub top to your bottoms. Odd shades, bad luck. Match for the best chance of success.
I’m full of superstition because fate doesn’t follow conventional rules. I sit, cross-legged comparing until I’m satisfied with my choice. I pull my clothes off and my blue scrubs on. Stethoscope, badge and water bottle. Downstairs, grab phone and rush to handover, hoping I’ve remembered my pen. Continue reading... The Guardian
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