Our best has to be our best
Had a pretty late night at work. I covered for a co-worker, who is covering for me next week so I can travel back to Ohio for the holidays. It was a relatively stress-free evening, until I unexpectedly found myself sent out to go on a transport. Now what that means is that if a patient has to be sent out to the ER or whatever, then a staff member has to go with them. The staff member has to be there until the patient either gets admitted or is cleared to go back to the facility. Could be an hour long trip or an all night trip. I left the facility around 10:30 last night and got back home around 2:30 this morning, so it wasn't too bad. But all is well. I was supposed to get cut early but ended up getting paid for a few more extra hours, plus I got to keep a nice patient company as we both shared our detest for emergency rooms and had other various conversations throughout the night. But unfortunately the night wasn't all chalked up as I had hoped.
I found out that a former patient passed away very tragically. I don't know how long ago it was and I will not reveal the circumstances of how, but still. I have found myself wondering and wondering, even though the TV is blaring and my cats are running around. When every patient I encounter walks through the door, we do our best to keep our patients safe while they are there and to return to their lives as normal as possible when they get discharged. Sometimes our patients do well and we never see them again, but sometimes they come back for whatever reason. Unfortunately in the few months I've been there I've had few patients who come to us for the first time; most of them had been there at least once, twice or more times before. But I remember this patient; very positive, bright, but like many of the patients had some struggles. Just sad. Very sad. But it doesn't hinder us from trying to do our best with everyone else that comes through the door. It's a cycle; sometimes it breaks but sometimes it continues full circle.
When you do everything you can, sometimes more than you thought you could, you've got to walk away knowing you fought the good fight. You fought the good fight. And tomorrow you'll fight another one.
I found out that a former patient passed away very tragically. I don't know how long ago it was and I will not reveal the circumstances of how, but still. I have found myself wondering and wondering, even though the TV is blaring and my cats are running around. When every patient I encounter walks through the door, we do our best to keep our patients safe while they are there and to return to their lives as normal as possible when they get discharged. Sometimes our patients do well and we never see them again, but sometimes they come back for whatever reason. Unfortunately in the few months I've been there I've had few patients who come to us for the first time; most of them had been there at least once, twice or more times before. But I remember this patient; very positive, bright, but like many of the patients had some struggles. Just sad. Very sad. But it doesn't hinder us from trying to do our best with everyone else that comes through the door. It's a cycle; sometimes it breaks but sometimes it continues full circle.
When you do everything you can, sometimes more than you thought you could, you've got to walk away knowing you fought the good fight. You fought the good fight. And tomorrow you'll fight another one.
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