It kind of makes you doubt your abilities as a doctor when you open the paper and see the obituaries of TWO different patients that you admitted.
My very last act on my medicine rotation was to receive a phone call from a physician I consulted on one of my patients, telling me he couldn't see her because she had died.
Just hours before I had been talking to her, and although she was very sick, she actually started to look like she might get better. I was hopeful with her family, since clinically she looked so much better. But then she died. And I came home and went to sleep.
Thus is the life of an intern.