Ode to a Code Blue

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School of Pharmacy

My first day on rotations was your last day on earth.

This morning when you woke up, did you think it might be the last time?

I hope you had a nice breakfast.

Did you hear the nice ED doc’s words? Were your last conscious memories ones of being reassured/comforted?

I know I felt better when he looked at me and said “Katie? Welcome to the team.”

The team that was meant to save your life.

I find it strange that I knew your vitals, chem-7 and acid-base status but not your name.

Were your last moments stolen dignity or involuntarily surrendered intimacy?

Is this how I rationalize it to myself?

And what do I do now?

Am I left to grapple with the realities of death or am I meant to turn around and attempt to appreciate a world you are no longer a part of?

Maybe I don’t want to come to a conclusion. Maybe it will only come down to heartlessness or melancholy.