Drunk
So I come to my dorm and my friends are here, and we're having a good (if slightly boring) time. Then suddenly my roommate and his friends get back, and three of the five are drunk. So my friends leave (one wanted to, and I told the other two not to feel obligated to stay and that I'd be fine. I knew they probably felt awkward.) and my roommate, who seemed okay at first, really needs to puke. So just about all night, I've been coping with drunk people with the help of the other two non-drunk people (who are visiting from my roommate's old school). The girls wanted music and were concerned for Ryan, but Ryan was really sick. So I've been taking care of him for about three hours. He's finally gone to sleep after puking a lot. The girls got home safe with the help of one of the guys. By the time they got home, the alcohol was wearing off.
This is exactly what I was afraid of when I first moved in. I was so afraid that he'd be drunk and puking and everything.
Surprisingly, it didn't bother me in the least. Is it odd to feel compassion for him when he's doing the thing you want least? He was so afraid, and he was apologizing over and over again. I kept telling him that it was okay, that it was a mistake, and that everybody makes mistakes sometimes. He was like 'Man, if it were you, I know I'd be so pissed." And that didn't bother me, either. I really don't mind having to take care of him or change the trash bags several times cos of puke, or even walking him down to the bathroom, avoiding the RAs and getting him cleaned up. It felt GOOD to take care of him. I think that a lot of his friends were afraid that I'd be really mad, so they almost shut me out and wouldn't let me help him at first. But there were other people that got sick, so I told them to look after them while I took care of Ryan. Eventually, they all dissipated, and a couple of them thanked me. I ALWAYS say "Yeah, no problem," but this was one of those times when I actually meant it. Yeah, my friends had to go home. Yeah, I had to do some nasty jobs. But I seriously didn't mind. THIS is why I wanted to get into medicine. THIS is why I want to be a pharmacist. Yeah, nurses and doctors get more direct patient care, but I don't mind just working in the background. This is what I really love and enjoy--I love taking care of people. Maybe that's why so many of my friends come from bizarre situations. Either way, everybody is already asleep, and I'm heading that way, too.
This is exactly what I was afraid of when I first moved in. I was so afraid that he'd be drunk and puking and everything.
Surprisingly, it didn't bother me in the least. Is it odd to feel compassion for him when he's doing the thing you want least? He was so afraid, and he was apologizing over and over again. I kept telling him that it was okay, that it was a mistake, and that everybody makes mistakes sometimes. He was like 'Man, if it were you, I know I'd be so pissed." And that didn't bother me, either. I really don't mind having to take care of him or change the trash bags several times cos of puke, or even walking him down to the bathroom, avoiding the RAs and getting him cleaned up. It felt GOOD to take care of him. I think that a lot of his friends were afraid that I'd be really mad, so they almost shut me out and wouldn't let me help him at first. But there were other people that got sick, so I told them to look after them while I took care of Ryan. Eventually, they all dissipated, and a couple of them thanked me. I ALWAYS say "Yeah, no problem," but this was one of those times when I actually meant it. Yeah, my friends had to go home. Yeah, I had to do some nasty jobs. But I seriously didn't mind. THIS is why I wanted to get into medicine. THIS is why I want to be a pharmacist. Yeah, nurses and doctors get more direct patient care, but I don't mind just working in the background. This is what I really love and enjoy--I love taking care of people. Maybe that's why so many of my friends come from bizarre situations. Either way, everybody is already asleep, and I'm heading that way, too.