BrownLea12
Bronze Member
Friday the hospital roll sheet arrived on my desk. One of my patients was highlighted with a self inflicted gun shot wound to the left upper abdomen. A family member was in another room when the gun went off. My patient is still clinging to life in an ICU. I took it so hard. Immediately bearing the guilt. I should’ve seen something, noticed something, stopped it from happening. But I had referred that patient to therapy, had offered medications. The patient declined to schedule every time. It broke my heart to read the reports. To read the notes on how those that love this person we’re struggling to cope. I felt such a hypocrite because of my own struggles with what a relief it seems at times to no longer be living. My head is swimming, but I think I’m in the right place. Fortunately managed to squeeze in an emergency session with my therapist to process this. I can’t even explain the feelings and thoughts when a patient hits so close to home.