Working the frontline
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I breathed a sigh of relief, I felt the sweat dripping down from the side of my forehead, onto my neck, and running along my spine. I'm sure I didn't smell good, I didn't feel good. But I had to keep working because if I wasn't going to do it, there would be no one else here too.
These are true patient based stories, working three jobs in the medical industry and seeing the craziest of events, I'd figure I'd share my encounters firsthand from my eyes. Get a glimpse into the world of healthcare and take a seat; because you'll need it.
*Every persons name, has been changed to maintain HIPPA, no other identifying information will be given out besides the events that occurred.*
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