This past week has been horrible. I think I lost a good friend, work was tense to say the least, my twin sister is in the hospital, and I got into an argument with my son’s grandmother.
Sunday at work was straight from hell. 2 codes and then a backwoods, redneck EMS service brought a patient in that I immediately had to start “bagging” as soon as we moved her from the stretcher. How complicated can it be to observe when someone is barely breathing on their own? We intubated her in one of the smallest of the ED rooms..B19.
After a very challenging weekend at work I wake up Monday morning to a phone call from my sister. Long story short..I took her to the doctor and he admitted her to the hospital for a possible GI bleed.
My son’s paternal Grandmother..well a total different story of it’s own. Bottom line, he is an 8 year old child and you will not hold him to the standards of an adult. I called her on it and I think she finally realized she is not the only “mama bear in town”! We’ll see what happens.
In the meantime I am wondering why I am not eligible for “foregiveness”? I am only human..I make mistakes, I say things I shouldn’t, I do things I shouldn’t. But isn’t that what forgiveness is all about? I suppose being perfect is what is expected of me. I have had to live up to that standard for years..I suppose it will continue.
However, I would like to know who put the “Kick me when I’m down” sign on my back..
smarterwiser 