I went to my patient’s wake today. Well, two of then, but I didn’t stay long in the other one because the other one is farther and I have to locate it. One of them is inside the hospital grounds, while the other is in another military camp.
I realized that old wounds can reopen, but it doesn’t hurt as much as they did back then. I’m not sure why I keep on doing this— getting too close to the patient and their family, then mourning them. I know it’s human nature to get attached and everything and that it’s unhealthy to become detached and robotic, but I don’t think my heart can take that much.
I can’t help it, they have been nothing but nice to me. They are nice people, I just don’t understand why they have to go to soon. It’s unfair.