I am 42 years old, I have been a doctor for 19 years and I have been working in hospital emergencies since 17. I love my job, I love curing, I like people, I can not imagine dedicating myself to anything else. Yesterday was Monday and I had guard. Today my legs hurt but above all my soul hurts and at times I think I will not be able to do more. At eight o’clock in the morning I finished my guard signing a death certificate and I had a lump in my throat all day. I do not know whether to scream or cry. Probably both. I’m not sad about my last patient; I was 98 years old and

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