This one wasn’t so much of a storm as it was a bit of a shower.
In the middle of class, talking about the family of patients, and a classmate talks about her experiences as the daughter being there for the mom in an actual setting.
I know her mom died.
I don’t know why… but flashbacks. Random memories. How the amazing nurses treated me vs how the competent nurses treated me vs how the ok nurses treated me vs how the awful nurses treated me.
And tears. In the middle of class. Nowhere to hide.
But I managed to get them under control, because do I really want to explain to everyone how devastating it was and how amazing it was to be in that position?
Nope. Not today. But the grief storm hit anyhow. And I dealt with it.
It’s nice? to know that the randomness will still hit me. Without warning.
YAY! for random grief storms. *sigh*