Another thirty minutes of CPR today. Managed to bring the lady back, but she died pretty much the moment we handed her off to the ER. What I'm venting about this time is the people who can't seem to understand that certain people handle this stuff in certain ways. Had a nurse tell me I was inhuman because minutes later I was in the EMS room drinking a soda and joking around with some guys from another department. I get that the lady died, and that it sucks anytime anyone in our care or around us dies. But, I can't let the death get to me, because if I do I can't do my job and I can't move on to the next call. That doesn't mean I'm inhuman or that I don't have feelings, but I compartmentalize and move on because that's what my job requires and my next patient would be in trouble if I were still lingering on the last patient who died.