Night shift done
Omg I’ve had a terrible week work wise. I’ve been on since last Friday with two night shifts thrown in. It’s been hard since last Saturday nightshift. Sick people. No staff. And I basically nursed me all week lol. Like sliding doors moment me. One year younger than me. Drug fucked. Housing commission. Rotted teeth. Rotten arse, riddled with scabies and nits. Fighting gastrointestinal issues and cellulitis. Two sons. One one year younger than my son. He’s doing a stretch in jail. The other 16. Already smoking ice. With mum. And my heart broke for her, her boys. It took one person, to see past my poison and see something worth saving. And I was saved. I nursed her with such respect. I speak her language so rapport was quick.
I gave her boy a firm talking to, with love. Real love. Told him I am his mum, his mum is me. We are cut from the same cloth. I lived her life. She was so encouraging for him to listen, I know 16 is too young to examine choice, life. I just want him to remember that lady that said he can have better coz he’s worth it. He is such a nice kid. Despite the smell. Despite the nits lol. Not even joking. So weird how some get saved while others continue to suffer in their own misery.
While it’s been a terrible week, I did get to look back on a life that could have been, and a life that is. Her goodbye to me this morning made my 2023, and we’re only in January. I hope she does the things she promised me she would do.
If you are suffering with uncontrollable addiction, reach out. There is support everywhere. Xo