So, someone at my work died. Not a co-worker, a patient. I wasn’t even there and I am still shocked. I mean, I joke around with Drew about showing him where the life insurance is and all that jazz, but do I really think it could happen. This girl was young, skinny, and sick, very VERY sick… but no one knew. Just some vomiting, some brain hemorrhages and some intensive care. She isn’t dead yet, courtesy of some machines, but maybe working out isn’t what my focus needs to be… loving my family and knowing that any time, it could be mine. of course, along with the fact that “it could’ve been me” comes “I could have been her nurse.” I mean, in labor and delivery things go smoothly, most of the time. It’s true, most people have some highly dramatic story about howt he nurses came in and turned them and told them to breathe for their baby (which, happens probably 80% of the time) but things happen fine, baby comes out, it cries (0r we give a little oxygen and things are fine). But, when things don’t go fine, someone’s mommy just died.
I know that I want to be around forever for my kids and I want the same for everyone else (forever, of course ending when I have to wear adult briefs, but that’s content for another blog). It’s just a reminder that I play a life and death game and that I’m playing referee sometimes. I need to take my job a tad more seriously.
End of story.
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