| 2:20am; Thursday, July 14, 2011 (EST; NYC) |
[ | Jul 14th, 11  2:22 am
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Just lost a patient. I still hate this part. I know I chose this career and I am good at it, but it'll never get any easier. At least I know I'm making a difference in the end. I'm here to keep them company when some have no one and keep them comfortable. This one though? He had no one else but me. Who's going to visit his grave?
Weird thing though... Just before he died he'd asked for his change purse. He gave me a handful of coins and asked me to take him across. Obviously I'm not going to read anything in to that. He was old, in pain and about to pass, so I doubt he even really knows what he was doing.
Shit. I need to get home. I have a new client bright and early in the morning. Can't go making a bad impression.
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| 4:30pm; Tuesday, September 7, 2010 (EST; NYC) |
[ | Sep 7th, 10 2:30 pm
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I'm so very much looking forward to the weather staying cooler. It'll be easier to keep my clients comfortable in cooler weather. Plus the summers are always hard on them. Well so is winter. I love fall and spring for them. Though I have a selfish pleasure involved in the fall and spring weather as well because I know I'm certainly much more partial to them then anything else. Go cool weather!
Plus could someone please tell my subconscious that I don't boat? Therefore I've never steered a boat or any such thing. I'd probably fall over the edge if I even tried to get in a boat, so I don't spend my time ferrying taking people on boat rides. Stupid brain.
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| 4:58am; Monday, March 22, 2010 (EST; NYC) |
[ | Mar 22nd, 10 4:58 am
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I know that I work with hospice patients, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t get attached to them and that I’m not sad to see them die. One of my favorites just passed away early this morning. I wasn’t on duty yet, but his daughter called me to let me know he’d passed. It was quite sad. It was hard to hear her crying about it. It was hard to actually understand what she was saying through it. He was supposed to be my first patient of the morning. I told his daughter that I’d still swing by this morning to have a quick talk with her and that I’d be by later in the week to help make arrangements to get his hospice care equipment picked up.
Is it bad of me to say that I wish some of my more cantankerous and nasty patients had died instead? I get the feeling that I shouldn’t wish any of them dead.
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