I was worried about a dear friend who'd had open heart surgery last week. It made me feel a little better when I got to see their dear face while I dropped off some medication I'd picked up (they can't be alone, so I could either stay with them while their partner picked up the meds or pick up the meds while their partner stayed with them).
I hadn't heard a peep out of my mom or sis for a whole day. So when the phone rang around 2 am, just as I was putting the puppies and the house to bed, I freaked the fuck out because I thought something was wrong with either my friend or my mom and dad. But no, it was just my mom calling to chat. I think she was a bit thrown off by DST too? Anyway.
After that, I kept trying to read myself to sleep. Big A was at work, and then he texted to say he'd been attacked by a patient. That was it for sleep last night. I was so sad and worried for him and made him send me pictures and cried over all the scratches and bruises I could see.
And I got to hear the whole story today... I am sad for the patient suffering a psychotic episode in prison and then again in the hospital. I am sad for the security guard who gets paid minimum pay and is expected to put his life on the line--he got attacked first and Big A was trying to help him him when he got attacked too. There are no villains here. It's just awfulness all the way down. I'm just thankful there were no guns involved.
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Pic: This made me laugh when I went thrifting this weekend because I needed new books for our Little Free Library (I got some awesome ones). I didn't get these books. They both have the same title--One Bite at a Time--it's just that they couldn't be more different in content: one is a book of recipes for cancer survivors and their caregivers and the other a collection of horror short stories!
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Oh god, I'm sorry about A. What a heartbreaking thing. It's so interesting because my cousin (she's a nurse) just posted yesterday about working in healthcare, how one woman screamed at her and told her that she didn't want her to be her nurse, and another woman said she was the greatest nurse she'd ever had. And I thought, isn't that the way. There's always someone lashing out and always someone loving. Anyway, I'm sorry for A, for the patient, for the security guard - it's difficult all around.
Speaking of difficult, wtf mom, 2am phone call? I would have died. I just would assume everyone was dead. TIME DIFFERENCES!!!
Take care.
I'm sorry about A. I hope he wasn't too badly hurt.
Funny book juxtaposition. The seller arranged them like that?
Oh my goodness- what a scary and unexpected event!!! Glad everyone is okay. i can see why you have trouble sleeping though.
Those two books are hilarious. I love the contrast in the cover art!
Boy, talk about a sleepless night. I hope today is much better and Big A too. That's super scary. What kinds of books do you need for your little library? I might be able to help you out. Any special genre? Old or new? Fiction, non? I have some I was going to take to the library to donate but would rather share with you when we connect next month. Let me know.
Gosh, what a rough night. I do not talk on the phone with my parents much aside from our weekly facetime w/ the boys since we mostly text to keep in touch. So if my mom calls, I go into panic mode. Or if she texts and says "can I call you?" I also panic.
I'm so sorry to hear about Big A. That is such a tough and heartbreaking situation. It's sad that you had to say you were glad there were no guns involved. :(
OMG, Nicole--that's exactly what I thought as I picked up the phone...
Healthcare is such a weird gig, for sure.
Thank you.
He's quite demoralized but okay-ish.
Steph--*I* layered the books for my photo. I left them together hoping it would give someone else a chuckle.
Thanks, Jenny. No one expects me to be asleep. Haha. Maybe I'm a vampire.
It wasn't physically serious, but it was scary nevertheless. Jeanie, thank you so much for the kind offer re. books. I will happily take you up on it. I'm a bit of a book hoarder and cannot bear to part with books I liked...
I'm sorry you feel similar panic, too, Lisa. I talk on the phone frequently with my mom, but the lateness of the hour threw me. I guess we're in that phase of life as a sandwich generation.
Gun violence scares me, but ironically, I'm thinking of getting a course in gun safety...
Sorry I'm late to this post. Babysitting Theo for a few days, and he is a busy, busy kid.
What an awful scenario your husband got caught up in, and then ensnared you. I'm so sorry.
A similar thing happened when I was in the ER after I fell off the ladder last summer. All I could think was, "These people here are incredible. They are heroes!" A prisoner was brought in by ambulance with a guard; he was met by hospital security and a dr. and two nurses. It was complete chaos--to me. But they were absolutely professional and balletic. And compassionate. I was on a gurney in the hallway, and the process was swift and practiced. Sadly, I could tell it was not the first time for any of them.
I'm smiling wondering what busy-ness Theo could be up to! I need to hear more about this!
I remember your E.R. trip--the detail that strikes me now is that your gurney was in the hallway... the lack of adequate space and resources is a pity. I'm so grateful that fall did not leave health consequences.
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