sad stories are not overrated
a couple of years ago, he visited his daughter.
on the stairs going down the basement, he fell. instead of breaking a few bones and getting away with it pretty easily, he landed on his neck and is now a quadriplegic. in his mid 70s, a quadriplegic.
the whole night, he laid there. he just laid there.
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in her early 90s, she was still remarkably healthy.
she lived on her own and aside from cooking, which she can’t really handle by herself, she was independent and was even able to take care of her dog. until three days ago. she started saying and doing unusually insensible things. the whole night, she didn’t sleep. she kept trying to get out of bed, worried about the dog which she said was just outside the room.
the whole night, she tried. she just kept trying.
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she looked way too old for her age.
only in her late 30s but looked way beyond that. traumatized by rape a few years ago, she was mentally tortured since then. too damaged to recover, always haunted by the demons of pain. i assumed not only the physical ones, but those that can’t be seen, those bruises that never heal. she was preoccupied with inappropriate words that gave me the chills and voice so loud that scared our ears.
the whole night, she yelled. she just kept yelling.
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three reasons why last night, at work, it was difficult for me to look at the glass and not say it was clearly half empty.


I hate nights like that. I would leave at the end of my shift and wonder why I even bothered coming in….
Comment by Jen C — June 2, 2008 @ 3:31 pm
what horribly sad stories may!
wow. that’s all i can say.
Comment by kimmyk — June 2, 2008 @ 6:26 pm
Sad stories!
Comment by Souad — June 3, 2008 @ 6:47 am
Half empty and being steadily, irreversibly, and quite deliberately drained.
Comment by shrimplate — June 3, 2008 @ 6:47 am
So sad…
Comment by unsinkablemb — June 3, 2008 @ 7:07 am
This is the best post you ever wrote — it just touched my soul.
Comment by Candy — June 3, 2008 @ 7:59 am
horrible
Comment by Theodora Voon — June 3, 2008 @ 9:13 am
Awesome post. The fact that you wrote it in such a way, touching so many people, took that half empty glass and filled it to the brim.There is no way that anyone reading this post won’t look at life a little differently, even if only for a moment.
Comment by PD Warrior — June 5, 2008 @ 4:27 am
I work on a unit where I observe unusual or strange behaviour and more often than not, it is not purposeful or intentional (ie not the patient’s fault). Sometimes it’s the biochemistry, sometimes it’s the trauma they suffered, or sometimes it’s a product of the patient’s psychosocial history. I think we as nurses must always view the glass as half full so that we remain motivated to improve the patient’s quality of life (as much as it can be improved).
Comment by Enthusiastic Nurse — June 5, 2008 @ 4:42 pm
Some days it hard even to see the glass.
Comment by Kj — June 5, 2008 @ 7:16 pm
Why are the sad stories really, really sad???
Hm.
Comment by Prisca — June 6, 2008 @ 4:14 am
I won’t claim to understand all of the sadness and pain, but I will claim that the compassion delivered by one like you makes all the difference in the world.
Onehealthpro
Comment by Onehealthpro — June 6, 2008 @ 12:15 pm
[…] anyway, just when i thought i was done with the disheartening sad stories, it appeared like i was challenged by the sad stories gods, because the last two nights at work proved to be even more saddening. […]
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