on call
Well, here I am. How ridiculous is this, that I'm supposed to be in charge of 12 cancer patients? What the hell do I know? And what the hell kind of service is this where they're seriously signing out things to me like "this patient is coughing up bits of his esophagus," or "watch this patient's urine output, we don't want her bladder to explode." It's like a joke, but it's real. At least there are only 12 kids on the service tonight. Usually it's more like 20. Twenty children with cancer. Like I said, it could be worse. Call, internship, life in general. Some of these little guys look so sad.
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