Doctor reveals he goes through dead patients' social media profiles before giving bad news to relatives
Louis M Profeta, a medical expert who works at St Vincent Hospital in Indianapolis, claims that checking social media profiles of the dead helps him deliver bad news better
Telling someone a family member of theirs has died, has to be one of the hardest things on the planet. But that just gets even tougher and way more difficult when the deceased in question is a child and one has to deliver the bad news to the parents because it's part of their profession.
Explaining how difficult a task it is, a doctor recently opened up in a candid post about the impact such a news can have on the receiving end and also how looking at Facebook profiles of dead patients has actually helped him in his own task of delivering the bad news.
Doctor Louis M Profeta, a medical expert, works at St Vincent Hospital in Indianapolis. He claims that checking profiles of those who have died helps remind him that these were people with lives. The emergency physician even goes on to the extent of looking into the personal lives of his parents, as he shared on LikedIn. He wrote: "It kind of keeps me human. You see, I'm about to change their lives — your mom and dad, that is. In about five minutes, they will never be the same, they will never be happy again."
He continued to remark: "Right now, to be honest, you're just a nameless dead body that feels like a wet bag of newspapers that we have been pounding on, sticking IV lines and tubes and needles in, trying desperately to save you. There's no motion, no life, nothing to tell me you once had dreams or aspirations. I owe it to them to learn just a bit about you before I go in."
Dr Profeta also shares that he's angry with them for having died, be it because they were 'texting instead of watching the road' or 'snorting drugs for the first time', because he believes there's a chance it wasn't their time to leave the world, and they are the luckier ones here for not having to go through the aftermaths of their death. He said: "So I pick up your faded picture of your driver's license and click on my iPhone, flip to Facebook and search your name. Chances are we'll have one mutual friend somewhere. I know a lot of people."
He notes: "I see you wearing the same necklace and earrings that now sit in a specimen cup on the counter, the same ball cap or jacket that has been split open with trauma scissors and pulled under the backboard, the lining stained with blood. Looks like you were wearing it to the U2 concert. I heard it was great. I check your Facebook page before I tell them you're dead because it reminds me that I am talking about a person, someone they love — it quiets the voice in my head that is screaming at you right now shouting: 'You mother f****r, how could you do this to them, to people you are supposed to love!'"