… is the one that begins with a patient crashing and burning. You’re confused because this patient was supposed to go home today. And now they are being intubated as you watch, and you eventually realize you are supposed to be attending a mandatory lecture.
You stay with the patient. It’s not a hard choice. You’re the only person in the room they know. The patient is looking at you, bewildered. You squeeze their hand while they’re sedated and paralyzed. You are leaving for a new rotation, so you will probably never find out what went wrong. Or if it’ll really be as okay as you’re promising.
You get an e-mail reprimanding you for not attending the mandatory lecture. You now have to write an essay about your thoughts on the subject of the lecture:
The High Rate of Suicide in The Medical Profession.
You look up the statistics.
You read a depressing article.
You pour yourself a drink.
You decide this essay is a random decision that will never be checked by anyone of any importance, you say “screw it”, and you go to bed at 7.