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Last night at work. I sat down on the bathroom floor and just sobbed. I had an endstage AIDS patient who after 22 years was just diagnosed with large cell lymphoma that day. So he is essentially a dead man. It just got to me. He was extremely needy, his temp wouldn't stay down (103.8) no matter what I did and my other patients were getting neglected. I felt like a crappy nurse and just felt very powerless.
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