Today sucked. Now I have to go up and work on the labor floor until 9am.
You know your day sucks when you have to say, “Do you have thoughts of hurting yourself or someone else?” several times in a day.
One of my patients had a 7 year old daughter who drowned one year ago and is now pregnant. Can you imagine? I would fucking die. That’s Peanut’s age.
Another patient, who happens to be a friend, had a baby die of SIDS at 6 months old a few years ago. She is an absolute mess. I had no idea how depressed she is. She just sat in my room and sobbed. She admitted to 2 suicide attempts. She said that she is not going to try something now but, I had to walk her directly to the counselor. She is meeting me tomorrow so we can call her insurance company and get her a psychiatrist and to find her a bereavement group. I started her on meds.
Another patient started crying because she is depressed with this pregnancy and never before. She is a sweet Mexican lady. Mexican ladies rarely admit to depression, let alone bring it up. Things must be really bad.
I kept Social Work busy today.