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My last night at Parkland and all I thought about was, when will this shift be over? Don't get me wrong, I will miss many things...of which are listed below.

1. A GI bleeder with fresh melana justa pouring out of his/her prolapsed, hemorrhoid filled anus.

2. The CHF frequent flyer non compliant Diabetic with active DKA, whose bestfriends mothers uncles nephew keeps bringing him/her donuts and soda, which he/she chugs and proceeds to hide the evidence under his/her pillow.

3. Hearing this every Damn shift, "uh, no speaky eenglish"

4. Relying on a 26 year old, fresh out of medical school, for the lack of a better word "doctor", manage and dictate the care of an over the top critically ill person.

Then there's always...

5. The overworked and under paid staffing of our unit..."Monica, can u come get me access", "Monica, can u translate for me", "Monica, can u..."

I am relieved that this part of my life is over. I'm grateful because Parkland taught me how to be a nurse in the same way Parkland taught me that it's very good at turning its back on you.

Goodbye, and you will never swim in my brilliance again.

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