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<blockquote data-quote="Feeling Sad" data-source="post: 703632" data-attributes="member: 19245"><p>Copa, thank you for saying that I might see my son again and that he is doing better out there than in his room. I still feel that I could have done something differently.</p><p></p><p>But, my therapist retorts, "Yes, you could have kept on trying. But, you also could be dead".</p><p></p><p>I have a half day sub tomorrow for my annual nonviolent crisis intervention refresher course.</p><p></p><p>There are two reasons that this is dredging up feelings.</p><p></p><p>Three years ago they accidentally put me in a course with beginners. You review holds to use on a student to keep him or her safe. These holds are rarely used. I was role modeling the perpetrator with an adult on each side. Well, they accidentally broke my rib. Yes, the humor is not lost on me. My rib was broken in the NONVIOLENT crisis intervention class. Incidentally, they also tore my brand new under wire bra...</p><p></p><p>But, last May I went to the class. My name was not on the sign up sheet. I was told that my school had made a mIstake and I did not need to take the refresher course yet.</p><p></p><p>I was glad, because I was wanting to go to the hospital to see my brother. I was to take him home. I had spent the day before with him in the hospital to have his defibrillator replaced. I arrived earlier than planned, at 8:30 instead of 11:30.</p><p></p><p>I went into the room to see my brother. He was having a breathing treatment with the mask. The nurses had told me that he had a rough night and had been a bit disoriented.</p><p></p><p>He started to say, with his mask on, that he didn't want them to bother me. I told him that I did not have to take the class after all and that I have a sub already.</p><p></p><p>He started to say something. I could not understand him with his mask on. I told him just to relax and breathe and that we would talk when he is done.</p><p></p><p>I wish that I could have understood what he had said. I wish that we had continued talking.</p><p></p><p>A moment later, he took several jerky gulps of air with his whole body heaving. He coded. He never woke up again. I had been in the hospital for only 2 minutes.</p><p></p><p>Yes, I was meant to be there.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Feeling Sad, post: 703632, member: 19245"] Copa, thank you for saying that I might see my son again and that he is doing better out there than in his room. I still feel that I could have done something differently. But, my therapist retorts, "Yes, you could have kept on trying. But, you also could be dead". I have a half day sub tomorrow for my annual nonviolent crisis intervention refresher course. There are two reasons that this is dredging up feelings. Three years ago they accidentally put me in a course with beginners. You review holds to use on a student to keep him or her safe. These holds are rarely used. I was role modeling the perpetrator with an adult on each side. Well, they accidentally broke my rib. Yes, the humor is not lost on me. My rib was broken in the NONVIOLENT crisis intervention class. Incidentally, they also tore my brand new under wire bra... But, last May I went to the class. My name was not on the sign up sheet. I was told that my school had made a mIstake and I did not need to take the refresher course yet. I was glad, because I was wanting to go to the hospital to see my brother. I was to take him home. I had spent the day before with him in the hospital to have his defibrillator replaced. I arrived earlier than planned, at 8:30 instead of 11:30. I went into the room to see my brother. He was having a breathing treatment with the mask. The nurses had told me that he had a rough night and had been a bit disoriented. He started to say, with his mask on, that he didn't want them to bother me. I told him that I did not have to take the class after all and that I have a sub already. He started to say something. I could not understand him with his mask on. I told him just to relax and breathe and that we would talk when he is done. I wish that I could have understood what he had said. I wish that we had continued talking. A moment later, he took several jerky gulps of air with his whole body heaving. He coded. He never woke up again. I had been in the hospital for only 2 minutes. Yes, I was meant to be there. [/QUOTE]
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