The last two days have knocked the crap out of me. What I thought was just going to be a normal run of the mill First Aid course has actually be a major trigger for my grief.
Sitting there in the conference room when asked if anyone has ever used CPR my heart started to pound within my chest.
My mind left the conference room right then, I was there back in the moment, the moment I have tried so often to forget.
I breathe deep, drink a little water and try to bring myself back to the here and now.
Seizures “anyone saw a child seizure”, what ??
Yes too many.
Severe vomiting, Yes
Sometimes I don’t realise how much in life I have seen. Raising a disabled child opens you up to a world of medical practices, symptoms, treatments that many others will never face.
Losing a child tragically, well let’s not go there.
and it just blooming hurts.
I’ve had to bury my head the last couple of days.
Allowing the waves of grief to flow over me.
Trying to change the horrid memories for good ones.
Burying them I guess.
Yet they won’t ever leave me.
But life has to go on,
I have to get my first aid certificate and will need to get it again in three years.
This is a requirement of the job I love.
So I ride the waves,
Holding on tight to the good memories and learning to swim harder through the bad.