Nursing Has Ruined My Life And My Health
Alittle over 6 years ago, my husband called and asked me to come home from work. He was suffering from severe depression and the hospital didn't like it but usually let me go home. That day they said if I left I would be charged with desertion of my patients and not only lose my license but possibly go to jail. Icalled him back and told him to go i other room and talk to my mother they always got along great and I would be home in 4 hours. He agreed. I called him back about 1 and half hours later and got no answer. I called him again in another 1/2 hour. I called my mother and asked her to check on him. I never got to speak with him. When I got home about 20 minutes after 7 I didn't see him lying on the sofa and watching tv nor was in the bedroom taking a nap so I slowly walked toward the back of the house to get to the pool all the while the dogs were locked in their crates and barking like lunatics. I got to the back door and opened it and saw him. He was face down in the pool. I jumped in and immediately saw the gash on his head and turned him over to see that he was all blue from lividity. I called or rather screamed for help but it was July in central Florida and everyone was in the house with the A/C on. I couldn't even get my mohter to come out. The only one who came to help me was our 6 month old Doberman puppy. We got him to the side of the pool and he was too heavy for us toget out. The pup was still too small and she would bite him only his swimsuit and I had to prop him on the side of the pool and run inside to get my mother. I had to scream for her because she was talking on the phone to our daughter. She called 911 but I knew he was dead. I also knew my life as I knew it was over. I now actually smile when my new hospital talks about disasters such as hurricanes like I am going to leave my dogs home to be terrified and possibly dead. My hospital doesn't let you bring in pets. I just agree to everything and know I will either be at home with my fur children or on the way north to get away. I do not believe any of the those 98 year old patients are worth the life of 1 of my dogs. I have since lost my mother, daughter and grandson. I hate nursing more that anything on this Earth. I am now 61 and should be enjoying time with the most wonderful husband in the world and I am seeing psychiatrists, therapists and gong to groups none of which help. I want to die and be with my husband. I am not suicidal anymore but that is what I want as I have no life now at all.