It was their third time coding today. Each time they were brought back weaker than before and a little more brain damaged. The family was watching the action through the ICU room window and refused to let us stop.
Y’all, let this be a public service announcement. Breaking your loved one’s ribs, pumping them full of medical grade speed, and shoving tubes down their throat is not necessarily the most loving thing you can do for them. Most of the codes I go to are prolonging suffering rather than prolonging meaningful life.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand times: if I’m already in terrible shape or am terminally ill, don’t code me bro. No PEG tube, no ventilator, no compressions, no shocks. Don’t do it. Let me go.