Old memories
This week started as any other- I hate my job. I don’t hate the job itself, its some of the people that I work for.
Then things took a turn. My best friends husband suffered a stroke. I stayed with her for 24 hours as the doctors raced to figure out what happened. He hates medical professionals in general so he had to be heavily sedated or he would rip out tubes keeping him alive.
It was too much for me. Without knowing it, I smacked myself in the face with all of my old fears. Her husband was placed in a room next to my ex-husband’s old room where he spent 58 days in the hospital. Many of the nurses are still there. The Dr.s are still there.
Friday night, I hit the wall of emotions. Sobs wracked my body. I couldn’t be here anymore. I chose not to see my friend that night. This whole week being so traumatic, I was broken inside.
I haven’t felt this alone in a long time.
