A CPR that lasted 2 hours, and a sleep that lasted 16.

Today was the last day of MBBS of 3 of my interns, and I didn't want them to leave with their last patient being a dead man.
So, we aggressively revived this poor sod, until we got a pulse back.
Intracardiac atropine and shit.

Of course he died after a few hours, but eh, it's the last case they worked on in their MBBS days, I didn't want it to be one ending in death.
The patient died after they left, and the curtains had closed - that's what I care about.

Oh, and my deathless streak broke, thanks to a dude with a massive - god fucking truly massive ICH - who landed up in the casualty.
The ganglicapsular bleed extended all the way to the fucking medulla.
And to make matters much, much worse, I didn't even have a bed in the ICU to put him on the venti and make him wait my shift out.
Ah, shysse! Fucking bad luck. Completely robbed me of my will to save any lives after that.

Of course, I became a doctor to play fun games with myself, not to help people, or give a blowjob to humanity, or some shit like that.
And losing that patient, felt like I had lost my life in FPS and was watching other players just drag the fucking team to slow death.

So I came back, ate some food from Selva bhaiyya's and slept at around 1 PM.
I would wake up only at 5.30 AM, the next day.

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