Hard Decisions
( Like a medical drama, only REAL. Part of why this past weekend at work was miserable. Very long. )The son asked me if I thought they'd made the right decision, and I assumed he meant allowing them to take his father to the MICU. I said yes, but really? I was thinking to myself "you need to learn how to let go; make your father DNR". Easy to say, I know.
God. I really needed this vacation.
God. I really needed this vacation.