Medical Bad days

I’ve decided I’m gonna keep adding to this thread, as affirmations that I’m doing somethings right:

I fucking hate putting so much out there in the world and getting nothing back.

Hard lesson in healthcare: Sometimes you can do everything right and there is still a bad outcome. You can't control the situation you get handed, just gotta do your best with it.

Sometimes there are themes to what comes in on call. Sometimes those themes are bad.

This would fix me.

Just keep moving your feet.

I lived. Now what?

Officially the fuck-off-o’clock part of the day.

Whoever put the employee assistance posters in the bathrooms (where people go to cry and be alone) that’s a good idea.

Rinse and repeat. Another fucking day.

Nobody knows I’m unhappy and tired AF.

Algo got me. Gonna get out.

Another day, another shit show.

FML.

Toughest when you're the foundation for another whole system, but are paid no attention. Slowly the world undermines you, and no one notices. No one will notice until the floor drops away from beneath them, and they will gasp as they fall. How long has it been happening?

Not wanting to be in your own home. Not feeling at home where you grew up. Not being appreciated for what you do. Not being allowed to express your feelings. Not being seen. Not wanting to be here.

People have limited energy. Choose people who save some for you.

Tides of life. A rush of panic. A flood of relief. Hesitation, at the edge. Worry at the potential trauma. Dreams of the potential. Gravity is relentless. Go or don’t. Frozen at the edge.

She was in the Horror section, looking for her next read for the dark, damp nights of fall. He had been bitten on the last full moon and was looking for a lycanthropy self help book. Their hands touched as they both reached for the last copy "Werewolves 101"

When you find yourself alone, in one of those liminal spaces, you've just left the presence of others, thoughts that have been held back, spring from your mouth, an unvarnished truth, bubbling from the depths "Fuck my life"

Miasma abounds.

Stay strong. You're not alone. Cut off, but we are still with you. Reach out if you can, to let the world know you are okay. Don't be afraid to ask for help, you would be surprised by the response.

I see you. It will be okay. Even if it isn't right now, it can be. Steps in the right direction are never wasted, even if you lose some progress. Don't measure "being okay" on the scale of days. It will take, weeks, months, years. Even if you do it for those who need you now. It will be worth it.

I see you, hiding. I worry, and wonder. Wonder if you're okay. Worry that you aren't. Hope that it's something minor. Think that it probably isn't. Wonder if there's something I can do... Know that there isn't. Waiting is hard.

I miss Chris Cornell.

There once was a doctor named Snow Who put on a very big show, Of telling people not to drink from where they “go”.

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