It's really late, but I'm feeling pretty down, and I don't feel like waking anyone up to talk.
I had a horrible night at work. I'm the only nurse on a unit with 30 Alzheimer's patients. They hit me, pinch me, scratch me, spit on me, and throw things at me. They yell at me; they tell me I'm fat and ugly, and they never say thank you. I try to tell myself "they're confused, they don't know what they're doing," but it's so hard not to get upset when I am constantly treated that way. Some nights are better than others, when the patients aren't so abusive and badly behaved, but tonight was not one of the better nights. I always come home questioning my career choice.
After I left work tonight, I stopped at my dad's house to drop something off, and my brother was still awake. I stayed for about an hour to talk to him. Three months ago, he was in a really bad car accident while he was driving under the influence. He broke his back and some ribs. He is now facing an aggravated assault charge because the passenger in the car was injured as well. If he is convicted, he could spend up to 10 years in prison. He is 19 years old. I know that most people would have no sympathy for him because he was drinking, and say that "he deserves what he gets" and things along those lines. But he is still my little brother, and I still love him, and it breaks my heart to think of him spending the next 10 years of his life behind bars.
Well, sorry this was so long, and heavy, and downright depressing, but I just really needed to get it off my chest. Thanks for reading my little pity party. You ladies always have a way of making me feel so much better. The pint of Ben & Jerry's that I just finished did a nice job of cheering me up as well
