Playing God on Tuesday

I chose between two lives last night and nobody prepared me for that in medical

school. Trauma bay flooded. Two critical patients. One ventilator left. The twenty-eight-year-old mom

or the sixty-year-old grandfather. You've got ninety seconds to decide who gets to

breathe. I picked her. He coded ten minutes later. His daughter won't

look at me now and I don't blame her. Every shift I tell myself it

gets easier but that's the lie. How do you live with playing God?

This is just Tuesday. Follow for the stories they don't show you on

TV.