I walked into work yesterday morning feeling like a darned good doctor. I’d had two good catches in the last two days - one appendicitis that other people wanted to call a stomach virus, and another sight-threatening side effect of a medication. My sixth sense whispered to me and told me that a patient was sick as shit yesterday, and she was, and I did everything I could to save her life (and as of right now, she is still alive).
Of course, at the end of my shift I got word that someone wanted to talk to me about a patient I saw last week. Usually a sign that someone had a bad outcome, and maybe a sign that you missed something in the process.
You win some, you lose some, but when you are a doctor the price can be higher. And you can never get too comfortable with your skills.
