Nick has been sick for four days before I took him to the hospital, and he found out his potassium level was too high. They gave him a sugar shot followed by insulin, and I won't mention what other horrors they made him endure when he stayed overnight at the hospital.
When I visited him that same night he made a 100% turn around. He was released yesterday but had a flare-up of colitis this morning.
So my week so far has been a combination of worries, stress and not enough sleep. I managed to get sleep when I was able. I need more days off in a row; one just doesn't cut it. Tonight I'm off again, but only for one night.
I'm being challenged, and I'm struggling to keep my head up. If only those patients at work would stop preaching to me. I can't tell them how full of crap they truly are. Like proper Christians, they judge me as if they know me or my background. It's the answer to their problems not mine.
I just want to do my job and go home in peace. Is that too much to ask for?
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No, not at all hon. It's funny how old folks live there lives screwing over people, only worried about their money and so on, but once their health falls and they know the end is near, all of a sudden they believe in God, and believe that they are forgiven of all there sins. I just don't buy that. Thats like a killer going around killing and raping and there train of thought is that "It;s Ok, I'll just become a christian, and I will be forgiven."
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