I got really upset toward the end of my shift. Right before my 15 minute break, I was notified that I had to go clean the Hospice room as soon as I was done with break. (For those who aren't aware, Hospice is an organization that works with the terminally ill; and by clean a Hospice room I mean someone had just passed away & we had to get the room ready for someone else who was "on their way out".) A coworker offered to help, so I met her up there after we had a smoke. So, I open the closet to make sure there's nothing in there, & lo n behold...the woman's blouse with a little angel pin on it, her slippers, & 2 Mother's Day cards. As though that in itself isn't sad enough...I go get a "Belonging Bag" (the bags with handles on them that they put patients' clothes & whatnot in), put everything in there, & bring it to the nurses' station so they could give it to the family. Now, it's the PCA's job to make sure all personal belongings are where they should be, be it with the patient or (in this case) the patient's family. So, I brought it up to the nurses' station, the nurse I handed it to gave the PCA a dirty look, & the PCA gave this rolleyes *sigh* & said "why the hell didn't the family take all that stuff out of there?!? Ugh!" Uhm, they let you work with ******** Hospice patients?!? I wanted to slap her. As though that's the #1 thing on a family's mind immediately after losing a loved one: "Oh, I should make sure I'm making things easier for everyone else & not worry about my own grief!" Dumbass.
That was just a brief summary of the events tonight. I'll spare you all the details.
So, that got me angry, which also got me to thinking about all the insensitivity surrounding me when my own mom passed away, which I haven't thought about in years. I started thinking about the Bio Lab teacher I had, who told me to "get over it" no more than a month afterwards. And I started thinking about my dad & uncle leaving less than a half hour after my mom passed, so they could go get drunk; my aunt in the kitchen, calling family members to tell them she'd passed; and me, all alone in the living room, sitting on the couch in the dark, staring at my mother's dead ******** body. Silent for a few minutes & then screaming in horror for being left alone like that. Barely 15 years old...
Raising myself from that point on...
How the ******** did I turn out as well as I did?!
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