where do you draw the line?

empathy versus being abused?

when you give undivided attention to a patient’s daughter; listen to every complaint she say, and make sure she gets everything you can possibly give her, because like her, you used to have a mom who was in the hospital. you spend time with her to listen to her fears and concerns, because you feel for her, because you know how it is to take care of your sick mother and feel helpless about making her feel better.

then, she starts following you around, standing at your other patients’ room, waiting for you, so she can ask you to look and check her mom because she just tried to move her head to the left (like, what’s wrong with that?). or she will call you to see her comfortably sleeping mom, she’ll wake her up, and ask her if her arm, her neck, her stomach hurts, and she will not stop until she gets a yes from her mom, so that she can ask you to do something about it…

but you still try your best to be nice and polite, letting her stay and visit even if it’s three hours past beyond visiting time, and pulling off a really dramatic monologue to the doctor so he will come and talk to her just to reassure her that her mom will be okay for tonight.

and though she finally left at midnight, she still called you at 2:30 (in the morning!) just to get an assurance that she will be able to talk to the attending on a sunday morning, because she has a lot of ideas on what they (the doctors) should do, so her mom will get better faster…

but you still manage to say nicely that she needs to rest and call it a day because for sure, she will be able to talk to the attending on a sunday morning….

i think it is abuse.

i know, “abuse” is probably an exagerrated way to describe it. it’s just that i feel drained. and i have no one to blame but myself.

i think i allowed my patient’s daughter to use the fact that i empathized with her, to abuse me.

and i am disgusted at myself.

sometimes, empathy is overrated.

sometimes.