I just commented on a post regarding LVNs and stable patients. It was rather lengthy. But I'll try to keep this one shorter because I have things to do today.
The scenario regarding the death of my trach patient had so much 'invisibility' surrounding it. That evening at work (home health trach assignment), a couple of strange things happened. The first thing was that my non-ambulatory patient got up and walked up the hall to the kitchen. Not realizing at the time that he was indeed non-ambulatory, I thought nothing of it. I proceeded to straighten his bed since he was up. I tried to turn on the lamp but it was broken.
Anyway, I checked on my patient and saw that he'd left a trail on the hallway floor leading into the kitchen. I escorted him back to bed and cleaned the mess. When I returned to his room, the lamp was on...brightest light you ever want to see! But, it was NOT plugged in. I looked at him; he shrugged his shoulders in an I-have-no-idea fashion. That was my cue that something...different(?)...was going on.
The morning before my shift, I was uneasy and I'd decided that I wouldn't go to work. So, I rolled over and went back to sleep. Shortly after that, the alarm clock went off. Mind you, the clock's alarm had been broken for a year. Anyway, I hit it and it stopped. I went back to sleep. Then the phone rang....only one time. I answered it and no one was there...not even a dial tone.
So, since it seemed that sleeping in was out of the question, I got up, readied myself for work, and off I went. Little did I know that I was to spend my day with my patient as he spent his last day on Earth. This was in 1998, or thereabouts.
Since then, my relationship with God has grown. I still have a long way to go, seeing as though my brothers are sailors and the 'mouth' tends to rub off on me at times. But my 'gift', in addition to caring for others, is that I see certain events of what's to come. I finally told my oldest brother about this last year, and of course, bring the tangible rationalist that he is, he wanted proof.
Well, in my case proof can come in a week, month, or year. Here lately with all the commotion in my life, it's been coming in a matter of days. I tried to explain that I'm not psychic, and that he'd been watching too much tv. But I'll definitely keep him informed when the episode starts.
And it did! I dreamed there was going to be a break-in, I thought, with one of my brothers. All I could see was a trashed room, broken glass, just utter chaos. I made a phone to check on them. Everything was ok.
Three months later, my oldest brother heard a crash at 3am; grabbed his gun (believing that someone was breaking in), and went to investigate. As it turns out, a hot water heater leakage had caused decay in the attic floor as a result, the ceiling gave way, and completely destroyed a room upstairs.
There have been many, MANY events, good and bad, even deaths of family members that I've 'dreamed' of in advance of the actual occurrence. But I say ALL of this to say that God has a plan for me, as us all, and sometimes, we may see His plan in the eyes of those we serve...and care for. I don't know why I felt compelled to post here today. I guess the previous post to the person fearful of unstable patients got me to thinking about my own encounters with spirituality and death.
Sorry I couldn't keep it short. I tried, honestly.
Thank you for reading..