There are things they never teach you in medical school.
They never teach you how not to look and sound like an idiot in the middle of the night when, foggy with sleepiness, your mouth is saying something other than what your brain is saying, and your glasses are slipping off your face but you can't use your hands to push them back up because your hands are sterile.
And they certainly never teach you how to write a death summary -
something that you don't really realize you need to know how to do until... well, suddenly, you do.
These things, you learn by doing. And, after everything is quiet and you're alone in your call room with the door closed, by reliving, and reflecting.
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