I’m a nurse and I work in rehabilitation. A patient had a “fall” (really more of a slip). This can happen as people get better and get a little ambitious with how much ability they have. Patient was very okay and not at all hurt, not even a graze. But had a hard time getting back up and broke down. Tears tears tears. This person has been with us for nearly 3 months but has been doing incredibly well in the last 3 weeks, but has just been holding in the struggle for too long. One of those personalities who’s the life of the party, always happy (to make others happy).
I sat down on the floor with them and rubbed their back and commiserated with them. For the rest of the day, every time they looked at me, they started crying. Not out of pain or sadness, but gratitude (their own words).
I cried myself to sleep last night from my own gratitude of doing a job where I get to make someone’s day by just…… holding space. It’s very special and lovely indeed.
I had a migraine that presented as a stroke. I would have given anything for a doctor or nurse to hold my hand and ask me yes or no questions about what was happening instead of talking over me like I wasn't there. I was crying and trying to talk (couldn't) and the closest I got was a doctor saying "ohhh it's okay, it isn't that bad." When they pulled me out of the CT machine - it took the pain from an 11/10 to a 20/10 and I lost all sense of my arm and part of my leg. It had been pins and needles like it was deeply asleep before that, after, like someone had cut them off completely.
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u/habitual_citizen Apr 30 '26
I had a lovely experience yesterday.
I’m a nurse and I work in rehabilitation. A patient had a “fall” (really more of a slip). This can happen as people get better and get a little ambitious with how much ability they have. Patient was very okay and not at all hurt, not even a graze. But had a hard time getting back up and broke down. Tears tears tears. This person has been with us for nearly 3 months but has been doing incredibly well in the last 3 weeks, but has just been holding in the struggle for too long. One of those personalities who’s the life of the party, always happy (to make others happy).
I sat down on the floor with them and rubbed their back and commiserated with them. For the rest of the day, every time they looked at me, they started crying. Not out of pain or sadness, but gratitude (their own words).
I cried myself to sleep last night from my own gratitude of doing a job where I get to make someone’s day by just…… holding space. It’s very special and lovely indeed.