If I did my job as badly as Lydia does hers, people would quite literally die due to my incompetence!
Lydia openly complains that her life is so stressful and demanding and challenging, that she has to be picked up off the floor by Carrie, or take to her bed for three days to “cry it out”.
GIVE. ME. A. FREAKING. BREAK.
- Being a Trauma/ICU Nurse is stressful!
- Telling a patient’s family members that there’s nothing more that can be done for their loved one is always absolutely excruciating!
- Holding a patient’s hand as they take their last breath on this earth is heartbreaking every single time!
- Working 12 hour shifts throughout the worst global pandemic since the Spanish Flu has been exhausting!
And yet despite all of those things, I am required to be professional, get over myself and show up for my next shift prepared to do it all over again.
Occasionally, after a particularly horrendous shift, I admit I do sit in my car and sob by myself with the radio on, before I can pull myself together enough to safely make the 45 minute drive home because I need to compartmentalise and leave that part of me at the hospital.
I have to save if for a debriefing session with my colleagues at work as I simply don’t have the luxury of being able to fall apart when I’m at home with my family.
My patients need me to be my best at work and my family need me to be my best at home - that’s just how it is.
There is very little room in my life for me to feel sorry for myself, but it’s after 4:00am here, everyone else is asleep and for some reason I’m wide awake and so completely enraged at the sheer audacity of Lydia’s Hermès themed “eff you to 2020” that I honestly want to punch something!
You’d think that if last year had taught her anything, it would have been gratitude, perspective, the importance of family, and compassion and empathy for others in less fortunate situations, but no ... she’s still the same selfish, entitled, narcissistic, obnoxious, egocentric, passive-aggressive, materialistic, insufferable halfwit she was in 2019, perhaps worse if that’s even possible and I cannot begin to describe exactly how much that infuriates me!
She’s so out of touch with reality that it defies belief.
If she doesn’t tread carefully, this year could very well be her undoing and she will have no one to blame for it but herself ... and I, for one, will not feel sorry for her.
ETA: Apologies for the unexpected emotional rant, Tattlers, I’m having a bit of ‘a moment’ which is extremely unusual for me, and I just could not keep my feelings to myself any longer.
I am also on annual leave for the next six weeks (I’m so incredibly thankful for it), but my body still thinks I’m working night duty so sleep is not coming very easily to me right now.
I hope you guys understand and don’t think I’ve completely lost the plot.