Good morning Bill
Omg big smiling!
Look that’s not my saying, I read it somewhere. My version of that saying is a little different.
In a world where you can be anything, don’t be a cunt
Lollling!
I haven’t been that moved by a patient in a long time. It was too close to home. And listening to the Med Team and nurses talk about her like she was shit, hurt like it was aimed at me. I can remember that feeling of being shit. Knowing I was shit. Anyway I was her advocate and defender and by my Tuesday day shift she was being talked about with a bit of dignity. I got social work involved and told her this is her last shot to turn it around. She really seemed hopeful.
Drugs have left her so compromised she will be on disability for life, but she can help change the direction of her son.
I hugged her yesterday morning as I left, and I’m convinced I now have nits, even tho chances are low. We had to gown up with hair nets and all lollling. She will hopefully be going to rehab today. If there’s a bed.
Gear change tho. I looked after a strapping lad on my nightshift. He went super hard in a gym session, then went out partying, fishing in the hot sun next day. Sunday sesh in the arvo. Work Monday as a concrete labourer. Pissed coke like pee throughout the day. Ignored it. Arms started swelling, he was suffering with malaise. He ended up with Rhabdomyolysis and nearly fucking died!
Me to him: this is EXACTLY why I say no to the gym. That shit will kill you!
Lolling!