I posted the other day about having a
‘sand in my shorts’ sort of day.
I had a bunch of little irritations that added
up to an irritable mood.
Well, as usual, by the afternoon,
I was humbled and realized
what a petty little bitch I can be.
First I had a humbling moment with a patient.
One of those moments when I realize that my client’s life
has been so much harder than mine and that they
have coped and are coping successfully and there is
little I can do but be humbled by them and praise
them for their resilience. Sometimes praise is enough.
I hoped so on Tuesday.
Then, I got a call from a friend asking me to pick up her
son from school. Her son is my son’s best friend.
Apparently her dad, who is elderly but in great health
had driven himself to the ER with pain which turned out to
be a kidney stone. She asked me to get her son and
bring him to my house while she took her other son to the pediatrician
since her dad, who usually drives carpool for her, was at the ER.
Then she calls, HYSTERICAL, and says, “He’s dead.”
Apparently, they gave him some morphine for the pain and he
went to sleep and didn’t wake up. They are all in shock.
It’s been terrible.
Once again, life showed me that the little irritations are still
reasons for celebrations if you aren’t grieving the loss of a loved one.
I’ve made food, I’ve passed bootleg Xanax,
I’ve tried to provide a listening ear.
I’m going to try not to be a whiny bitch for at least a few more days.
Wish me luck.
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