My preceptor took me to an Interdisciplinary Team Meeting today. It’s held at an end of life respite home, where people of different areas in healthcare gather to discuss patients. The team involves pharmacists, social workers, nurses, everyone involved in any way with the patient. It’s somewhat interesting. Also very sad. Most of the patients being discussed usually are weeks from death and are basically living out their last days here because circumstances don’t allow them to die at home and it’s better than dying in a hospital bed. This meeting was 100% women. They hold these meetings every week, and all I could think was how strong these women are, to be surrounded by death all the time.
I spent a week in an outpatient oncology clinic last year working with an oncology pharmacist, and that shit was brutal. I’ve never been around cancer before, so I was depressed by week’s end, but there are people who are around this perpetually. I expect that people just desensitize themselves to the death; it’s the only way to carry on without losing your mind.
In non suicidally depressing news, I can’t get enough of QOTSA’s new album. My “potion” of choice right now is a chocolate, peanut butter and banana ale from Rogue. Odd beer, but tasty.
I sat by the ocean
And drank a potion, baby to erase you