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I am a new lpn, working in a small rural hospital. Last week my charge nurse died in an mva on the way home from work (12 hour night shift) I and pretty much all my coworkers had noticed that she was not "all with it" her notes were indecipherable, and she was slurring her words by the end of the shift. She had recently lost a son to a drunk driver (three months ago) this was the second son who had died the same way. I am feeling very guilty about not talking to her, stopping her, etc. Being new I felt intimidated to confront her about her mental status ( i chalked it off as having low blood sugar, knowing instinctively it was not) anyway the our last night on shift together just happened to be very busy and hectic and she was rotating between the floor and ER. We got the call in the hospital about 20 minutes after she had left ( the report not specifying who was involved) and I and another nurse looked at one another and knew it was her. I should have not been so ******* chicken and said something to her. Now there is her new widower (married in may) her remaining children and even grandchildren left without her because I am a coward. Hindsight is 20/20 and if I knew then what I know now it would have been different ( I would have knocked her cold if thats what it took) I realize that God doesn't give you more than you can handle but I cannot fathom the tradgedy that has come on this family. I was one of the last people that had spoken to her and even questioned her on her funky ass notes (respectively suggesting she look over and revise them as I couldn't understand them) I knew she was under the influence of something and said nothing. I don't think that I have fully absorbed the grief and remorse in which I feel. I have tucked it deep in the back of my mind and conscious and gone on with my life, duties, etc. It is just all so sad, she and I were working together the night the call came in about her son, and she was off for a couple of weeks and came back and seemed fine. Too fine. I was so scared to say anything (like I would be reminding her of anything painful) The grief she was experiencing was so deep I felt scared to go there. All these emotions I feel I share with other nurses who were and are in the same situation as me, knowing and not doing anything about it. There is nothing I can do about the situation now, nothing will ease the grief of the people who love her left behind. And the thing that shames me most about the whole situation was how I looked at the nurses notes she opened of mine and kind of giggled about them with my coworkers ( like, what the hell is this?) I feel ashamed and disgusted with myself for not taking that clue as SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE. This whole situation makes me question my character as a person, that I was too damned scared to talk to her and see if there was anything I could do to help. We weren't really close but still, my heart ached for her loss. I even reheorificed different things I could say or do for her that might help her in her grief. I made the choice of saying and doing nothing out of fear. Now she is dead. I am sorry I made this post so long, I have really not dealt with the whole thing. Trajic.