If you're looking for a chipper, cheerful post, move along. This is about my okay day turned sad.
Remember the elderly returning patient I was talking about that was going downhill? Yeah. She died tonight. And just in a matter of minutes. We'll call her P. I went to deliver dinner to her and the nurse just came out and said she won't be eating; she's palliative. Oh. Okay. I carried on. I got a call for a new meal tray for a patient that transferred in from ER. I consulted with her nurse and asked if she was lucid (knowing some elderly aren't) and if I could approach her about what she'd like for dinner. She gave the O.K but warned that Bed 2 just passed and not to tell her yet as she didn't know. "P?" I said. "Yeah." *sigh* "Geez, okay," I said. And this was just within a span of not even 30 minutes. I was as cheerful as possible with Bed 1 while feeling horrible.. well, both for her (knowing what's just happened beside her) and Bed 2 (P.) having died alone. No one should die alone.
I suspect her daughters were called while being diagnosed palliative because they were there when I delivered the tray to Bed 1. They were crying their eyes out. I had to drop off the tray, make sure she was situated and leave as soon as possible or I was going to cry, too. I wanted to tell the daughters (that I'd come to know so well) that I was so sorry and offer my condolences... but I couldn't even look at them.
I'm sorry. This post is a bit of babble, isn't it. I will offer one last piece of information; I didn't know Bed 1 was elderly (hence the 'lucid' question, as not all elderly are). I don't know what it was, just instinct kicked in. I had to be in that room at that time for a reason. I don't know what that reason is. I could have just given Bed 1 a 'regular' tray. Anyhoo....