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Originally Posted by rtmike
Yeah the sepsis bout I mention earlier...I had to carry a pump in a little fanny pac with a jag of antibodies being pumped right to my heart 24/7 for close to 2 months, smh.
I’d go in every 3 days and sit with the cancer patients who were being ived their nasty chemicals. I just hated seeing the kids, smh.
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I did months of my residency at Children's Mercy. Planned on taking a job there when I graduated. The kids with cancer were the hardest. And way too many times the Parents were assholes or addicts. Read the charts filled with abuse. Blame the kid for getting cance, no shit. I'll save you all the pain the kids had to go through on top of the cancer. Almost punched someone a couple of times. I realized I couldn't handle this work environment. Others in my class handled it better than me. I was better in critical situations.