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I got out of the shower around 5:00pm, I was blow drying my hair when my husband came home. He came in, asked me how I slept. I work nights at a local hospital on the behavioral health section (aka, psych ward).
We talked a little bit, as I finished up getting my hair dry, he took me in his arms and gave me a kiss on my forehead. It was always those sweet, little things he did that drove me crazy.
Lol! I may have just accidentally dropped my towel for him, just for a bit of a tease for when I get back home from work! He still is just as amazed by my body as he was 5 years ago, it always makes me feel like blushing! Ok TMI, I know. But I just can't help myself, lmao!
I got dressed and we headed out, he always insisted on driving me to work when possible. We don't get a whole lot of time together but the little that we do, we charish.
We arrived and he kissed me before letting me unbuckle my seat belt. We walked hand in hand to the main door and we parted ways there.
I got up to my station on the 7th floor. Tonight was a slow night it seemed. We only had 4 new inpatients plus the other 12 that were already there.
I chatted up a few of my friends, mostly just how the patients were doing and plans for the weekend. Today was the first time I got to tell my bestie that I'm trying for a baby!! Lol! She lit up like a Christmas tree!
The conversation was cut short, apparently I was gonna be doing meds for the night, which is always a favorite for me. It gives me a chance to talk to the patients and get a feel for what to expect. Though sometimes it's the ones who appear normal who end up being the crazy ones.
So I start my rounds, going to each room and passing out meds. One of the 4 new patients was a young man, 25 years old. He apparently tried to commit suicide by jumping in front of a truck, somehow he only came out with minor scratches. A miracle if you ask me, even if he doesn't feel that way.
I entered his room and announced it was med time and he sat up, his gown slipping off to the side as he sat up, revealing a few of the scratches he had obtained. They weren't bad, but they still looked painful. So I asked him if he would like something for those scratches.
He just shook his head no. He hadn't opted to take any pain killers or anything. In fact, he hadn't said a word since he was admitted, according to his chart.
Now I'm a very outgoing woman, so I figured if anyone could get him to talk it would be me. So I tried to make small talk with him. He was my last room so i had time to burn anyways.
But no matter what i said, he would only respond by moving his head or light grunts of approval or disapproval. It was like talking to a caveman!
I left his room, unsuccessful in my mission but now he had my attention and he was gonna be here for at least 7 days. So I had 7 days to get him to talk.
Afterwards, the night went by fairly smoothly. Not outbursts or anything, very calm. So the time kinda just inched by, it always does when it's peaceful. It's kind of a double edged sword, when things happen on the floor, time goes by much faster and that just means the faster i go home but i do try to appreciate the calm when it comes.
After my shift was up and my husband came to pick me up, I just couldn't but help but think about that guy. It was really bothering me that I couldn't get him to talk.
The day kinda seemed to fly by me, I fell asleep around 8am and woke around 4. We had our special time after I got some sleep lol! I won't hgo into detail but I always love the things he does to me.
So it's back to work I go and I'm on vitals tonight, so this will give me a chance to try to get this guy to talk. But when I arrive up at my station, the first thing I ask is if he has talked yet and the answer was no. So I still had a shot!
I saved him for last purposefully, so I could have the extra time to see if I could coax him to speak. I still talked with my other patients too, it's just that this guy has all of my attention.
So I get in and I start getting him set up, heartbeat and temp. I take my time with it as I'm talking to him. He's still responding with grunts and head movements. It's starting to get under my skin now.
After i finish up, i get ready to head out and as I'm closing his door behind me, a miracle happens. He speaks!
I didn't understand what he said at first so I poked my head back in and asked "what?" With some self doubt that he said anything. Maybe it was just my imagination.
But no, he speaks again, saying "apple core". I'm dumbstruck, I don't know how to respond so I just say "ok, thank you!" And with that, I exit his room. I had succeeded, gestured a flurry of fists and a smile towards one of my friends.
My excitement is short lived however, alarms start going off almost immediately and we all rush to the patient's room. It was one of the women who had been there for 6 days. She goes home tomorrow. Or at least she would be...
Apparently, and I shit you not, she had accidentally swallowed an apple core! Of ALL things!! My mind was racing as we tried to do the heimlich on her to no avail. It didn't seem to matter what we tried, it was just not coming out so we traqued her but it was too late. She was gone.
That was the first time a patient had died on my shift and as much as it hurt me, his words just kept echoing through my head. Did he somehow know??? How?! Was this a suicide attempt??? Or was it just some freak accident?! My mind was riddled with thoughts.
It was really weird after that, every day I'd come into work and ask him how he knew but he just went back to not talking. He barely even acknowledged my existence. It was so bothersome and at this point I was taking it personally! I wanted to know how in the hell he knew!!
But he just sat there, never talking to anyone. Then came his final day and I tried to prepare mmyselffor one last attempt to get him to tell me.
I enter his room, he has the light off, his blanket, slightly dangling of the ledge of his bed. I announce it's med time again and he rolls over to sit up and I approach him and hand him his little cup and some water and he takes his meds, drinks the water and has both paper cups back to me and I throw them away and I look over at him and he looks at me. His hazel eyes feel like bullets piercing my soul. I could swear I saw galaxies in his eyes.
He then puts his hand underneath mine and with a slight smile he whispers "you're pregnant". It hit me way harder than it should've and I couldn't help but feel this repulsion to his words. I quickly left his room, almost unconsciously. It felt like I wasn't even controlling my body.
After my shift was up, my husband came to pick me up and I asked if we could stop a the grocery store. I went in by myself and went and bought a pregnancy test and a few odds and ends. I don't know why, but I didn't want my husband to know I was buying the test. So I hid it in my purse and when we got home, I rushed to the bathroom and made myself pee as fast as I could. I had to know.
I sat there, on the toilet, test in hand, a bit of urine dripping down my elbow. Waiting for the result and sure enough, it was positive!
And at that moment, I thought "who was that guy and how did he know?!"
I don't know why but it made me feel disgusting. Now I don't want to be pregnant! Why?!
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