Today my grandfather died. It wasn't unexpected, but I still feel awful for my grandmother.
While working at the hospital over the past five weeks, I've learned that the husband nearly always goes first. The wife is always there. That makes me really sad for my grandma and for myself in 70 years.
Other news of the day: during a therapy session with a gentleman, his tracheotomy tube started spurting blood, lots of blood. My supervisor was suctioning it out of his airway as fast as it was spilling while I called for the nurse and rapid response team. The man is stable now, but that was the scariest thing I've seen at the hospital. I hope I don't see it again.
Weird day.
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