The day after I found out my parents are divorcing, I had to place a 20 week old fetus in formaldehyde and take care of a woman with a huge subdural bleed (nontraumatic . . . probable an aneurysm)**. The combination of tiny fingers and toes (the baby), projectile vomiting (the bleed), and the dissolution of my parents’ marriage was too much for one day. It was a bad day to be a nurse instead of working behind a desk.
**Just a note: The two patients above were unrelated. They just both took up a lot of my time that shift.
Oh, that sounds awful. I’m sorry to hear that things have been that rough. Hopefully things will improve?