I lost a patient today.
Losing patients sucks. I've lost two this week. One of them was nearly dead by the time I was consulted on him, and he ended up finishing himself shortly after I operated on him. The second one went well, but despite the fact that we did everything right, he still bled to death.
Life isn't really fair sometimes. I've taken care of some scumbag gangbangers who got shot in the chest and survived, and this hardworking family man suffered an injury that could have been survivable, but he died.
I can't tell you how many patients I've lost, and you may think I'd become immune to it after a while. But each and every one stings like hell.