One of my patients expired this morning. I've taken care of him for four and a half years.
He was a young guy who had brain trauma and other injuries sustained 5 years ago in a car wreck. His death was unexpected.
He was as annoying as a mosquito on a hot humid night, AND he was as charming and playful as a happy young prince might be.
I wish I had been more tolerant during those times he was a "mosquito."
Often at the end of my work day, especially on days when he was overwhelmingly annoying, I'd walk past his room before leaving the building. He'd yell out "I love you, Jane." I would reply "I love you too Tommy Poo."
I did love him. I still do, and I miss him already.
2 comments:
How do you do it without having a melt down every other day? I would be a terrible nurse because I would remain aloof and detached. Caring too much would destroy me.
You love them before you even realize you're doing it, even when you try not to.
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