ALL OF THIS TOOK PLACE FRIDAY, FEB. 18
Miserable day at work. The patient that went south yesterday, died today. I've been beating myself up all day about the woulda/coulda factor. What could I have done differently? Don't know that anything would have made a difference. Talking to the family was horrible. They were all in the room when I declared her.
So tonight's run was self-therapy as much as training. Tweaked an old route to get 6+ out of it, then ran strides at the end. Even with the strides and recoveries, I finished nearly 7 miles in 1:03, so it was basically 9:00 pace. Didn't feel difficult, though. Didn't have much time to dwell on the patient; I was trying not to get run over by Friday night traffic, of which there was plenty.
I guess I just have to learn from this and go on. I hope I never get used to this, but I suppose I will if I stay in this job long enough. |