thankfully it doesn't last...
One thing I should mention... when I recount the events of a particularly bad saving lives day, it kind of purges them from my brain. Not that I forget about them totally, because there's always those patients and events that can be remembered years later for one reason or another, but they don't stay in my head very long.
I don't have bad dreams about it, and I don't get depressed for days after - nothing like that. I do talk about them to my family when I get home (since it's so fresh in my head), and sometimes share them with you guys, but then they're over. They have to be. I think that's the nature of working in the health care world. The mind-set that goes along with what we do. It has to be that way or we couldn't possibly do it for very long - our brains would explode with sorrow. And when you hear about "burn out" - at least in this field, I think those people couldn't get rid of the memories.
At least that's how it is for me. And it's just so wonderful and fortunate that I'm able to do what I do with the rest of my days. Know what I mean?