Dec 9, 2016
The worst part
“I’m ok with calling it. Are there any objections?”
No objections. It’s been an hour.
The loud room goes silent. The furiously active room goes still. Gloves comes off, sweaty hands. One by one people begin to file out. Pharmacy, respiratory, CNAs, RNs.
The family in the hall notice.
We leave too. The physician who ran the code approaches them.
“No. No. No.”
“I’m sorry, but I have bad news.”
We are walking away when the wail, the wail all healthcare workers know, pierces an otherwise quiet hall. Audible grief. Dagger.
That’s the worst part.
