I'm loving Beachbody. I'm loving the 21 Day Fix, I'm loving Portion Control. I'm actually waking up at 0500 on the days I have to work and doing what I need to do. I'm pre-planning my meals which I'm sure is saving us a ton of money. I can already tell a tightness to my body and my tummy looks flatter.
Yesterday at work, a housekeeper fainted. She had mild seizure-like symptoms and looked foggy, like post-ictal, when she woke up, upon which she immediately started crying as we all called a code and tried to find a stretcher. She looked terrified. Later, one of the nurses told us, "She was afraid she would be fired if she told anyone that she had been having chest pain for the last two hours."
"Fired?" we all asked.
"She's already had three unexcused absences- 'sick days'- and she was afraid she'd lose her job if she reported it."
We all were tearing up. It's so sad to see one of our own go down. You have to have a boundary between you and the patient to be an effective nurse and care for them so that you don't cry all of the time. But a housekeeper? And it reminded me so much of Cathy. Women do not report their symptoms, they blow it off, they put others first, and then they die, like Cathy. I was really having trouble processing everything and still being at work.
"What kind of society do we live in?" One of the other nurses asked. To silence. To which I answered, "Look, to even start on that question, I'm going to need a drink."
As I walked away I heard a doctor say, "Yup."
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