When I go home and go to bed with a feeling in the pit of my stomach. I want to call the unit up and ask how my patient is doing since I left. But I don't.
Then in the morning, the already bad feeling completely drops to the bottom of my stomach when I look at the assignment board, and that name is gone.
Then I go about my day wondering if I could have done anything different.
Some days are hard.
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