How often do you cry?
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I find that in my profession, ****** is sometimes as much a necessity as are ***** and equipment.
Sure, I maintain my professional demeanor at work. But sometimes, some things are just so incredibly heart breaking - that it is hard not to cry. If I were not to release my emotions once a while, I'd simply go to pieces.
Despite decades in the health care field as a professional - somethings are just never easy to do. And it's not always about death - sometimes, it's the living and their fight against their demons. Sometimes, it is about the absolutely innocent being ****** to endure far beyond their share or capability.
The 6 year old ***** wracked by horrible pain because of bone cancer... who barely whimpers because she wants to appear brave and stoic. The diabetic homeless guy watching in silent apathy as his foot is sawn off sans any anesthesia because it has rotted and necrosed to the point where he can't feel a thing. The 42 year old ****** of 4, who is softly sobbing "I don't want to die. I don't want to die" while spasming in pain ... after being diagnosed with liver cancer and being given two months to live. The 3 year old boy who silently tugs on your pinkie finger and asks in a soft, solemn voice and a sad face "My mommy is going to die, isn't she?" The 34 year old woman who is readmitted for the 16th time in the past 20 years for recurrent bowel disorder ******* her to go through the same, painful surgery and the same painful recovery yet again. The 14 year old girl screaming "I'm not pregnant! I'm not pregnant!" while delivering a premature baby loaded high with crack *******... and then refusing to nurse or touch her baby, pretending that it's not hers. The sad, forlorn, drop-dead-weary look in a ******'s eyes as health care workers fight like cats and dogs on her full grown but severely handicapped *****... for perhaps the hundredth time in their lives...
... to assisting in delivering a baby to this world. Watching a crippled ***** scream in joy while taking her first steps on prosthetics after being bed-ridden for the first 7 years of her life. Watching the look of pride and accomplishment on the face of an autistic boy who uses a can opener to open a can of peaches for the first time in his life - all by himself. Having the 40 year old farmer grasp your hands in a firm handshake, and with tears streaming down his face thank you from the bottom of his heart for saving his life. To the 80 year old great-grandmother quietly, softly celebrate the birth of her 10th great-grandchild.
Yeah. I cry. Sometimes it's just blurry eyes. Other times it's a full blown bawl.
How can I not?
And sometimes, poignant imagery can make me tear up.
For example:
Makes me tear up... every single time.
cheers,
Sure, I maintain my professional demeanor at work. But sometimes, some things are just so incredibly heart breaking - that it is hard not to cry. If I were not to release my emotions once a while, I'd simply go to pieces.
Despite decades in the health care field as a professional - somethings are just never easy to do. And it's not always about death - sometimes, it's the living and their fight against their demons. Sometimes, it is about the absolutely innocent being ****** to endure far beyond their share or capability.
The 6 year old ***** wracked by horrible pain because of bone cancer... who barely whimpers because she wants to appear brave and stoic. The diabetic homeless guy watching in silent apathy as his foot is sawn off sans any anesthesia because it has rotted and necrosed to the point where he can't feel a thing. The 42 year old ****** of 4, who is softly sobbing "I don't want to die. I don't want to die" while spasming in pain ... after being diagnosed with liver cancer and being given two months to live. The 3 year old boy who silently tugs on your pinkie finger and asks in a soft, solemn voice and a sad face "My mommy is going to die, isn't she?" The 34 year old woman who is readmitted for the 16th time in the past 20 years for recurrent bowel disorder ******* her to go through the same, painful surgery and the same painful recovery yet again. The 14 year old girl screaming "I'm not pregnant! I'm not pregnant!" while delivering a premature baby loaded high with crack *******... and then refusing to nurse or touch her baby, pretending that it's not hers. The sad, forlorn, drop-dead-weary look in a ******'s eyes as health care workers fight like cats and dogs on her full grown but severely handicapped *****... for perhaps the hundredth time in their lives...
... to assisting in delivering a baby to this world. Watching a crippled ***** scream in joy while taking her first steps on prosthetics after being bed-ridden for the first 7 years of her life. Watching the look of pride and accomplishment on the face of an autistic boy who uses a can opener to open a can of peaches for the first time in his life - all by himself. Having the 40 year old farmer grasp your hands in a firm handshake, and with tears streaming down his face thank you from the bottom of his heart for saving his life. To the 80 year old great-grandmother quietly, softly celebrate the birth of her 10th great-grandchild.
Yeah. I cry. Sometimes it's just blurry eyes. Other times it's a full blown bawl.
How can I not?
And sometimes, poignant imagery can make me tear up.
For example:
Makes me tear up... every single time.
cheers,
Have you tried a half an aspirin a day for 3 months. After 1 migraine every 7-10 days like clockwork for 30 years, it's now once every 7-10 weeks - not days.
I stumbled on to it by accident. Apparently thins the ***** and that reduces migraine frequency.
I strongly urge you to try it. It's just aspirin, after all.
BTW - fab post Roughneck. Would be my POTW nomination - were there still one.
meesterperfect
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Yeah Roughneck, You have got a way with making us feel your emotions with your words.
Thanks for that post.
Thanks for that post.
Come to visit me at work. We can cut onions at work, cry and be pusses together.
Of course, girls like me CAN get away with ****** over onions, but no one messes with me and my folkses.
ChefChiTown
The secret ingredient? MY BALLS
Come to visit me at work. We can cut onions at work, cry and be pusses together.
Of course, girls like me CAN get away with ****** over onions, but no one messes with me and my folkses.
Are you a chef too?
I'm so bad with ****** over onions that I even tear up when I cut God damned SHALLOTS for Christ's sake. I seriously think I might be the biggest vagina in the world. Well, other than Oprah's. That's gotta be pretty big. :dunno:
Oh, I WISH I were a chef!!!!
I just prep for the salad bar. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay below my potential, but I'm fond of my rut.
As to the biggest vagina...the man of the household showed me a vid of this one guy who stuck his head (and maybe more) into a chick's vag. I could've happily lived my life NOT seeing that.
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ChefChiTown
The secret ingredient? MY BALLS
Don't say "just" prep. Prep work sucks and I **** doing it.
Oh, and I think that was actually the video tape of my *** giving birth to me that you were watching. She said I had a head like a pumpkin. But, I was born on Halloween, so...it's aaaaall making sense now. Hmmmmmm...
OK, I won't **** on my prep work anymore.
If that WAS you in the video, can I have your autograph?
ChefChiTown
The secret ingredient? MY BALLS
OK, I won't **** on my prep work anymore.
If that WAS you in the video, can I have your autograph?
Yeah, but I charge $20 per signature. You know, gots to pay me bills.
Do you accept checks, or is it cash only?
never
I'm a very sensitive guy,I cry over some silly **** at times.
Like at the ending to Metal Gear Solid 3 and Dragon Ball Z when Vegeta ****** himself to stop Majin Buu:bawling:
Like at the ending to Metal Gear Solid 3 and Dragon Ball Z when Vegeta ****** himself to stop Majin Buu:bawling:
I used to ball a lot ... then it stopped, completely ...
I used to ball a lot, even into my early 20s. Then it stopped, completely. I don't know what is was, other than I was tired of being emotionally exhausted as the result of getting upset.
My ***** pressure dropped 20 points around the same time. Into my 30s, my ***** pressure is less than it was in my early-to-mid '20s. I honestly don't remember the last time I cried, but it was probably a dozen years ago.
Have I been very upset? Yes. But I've just never teared in a long time. Don't know what it is, but it was like cold turkey. I just completely "mellowed out" and realized nothing was worth getting upset that much about.
And yes, I have been the victim of serious pain and trama in my time. That doesn't make me cry. It's been a long time since it has. Even at age 12, with the doctor unable to give me more anaesthesia while cutting a deep wound for a good 10 minutes (and damn if I felt every cut of my flesh right next to my ear -- all the sense involved), I did not cry.
I guess it's just more mental than anything.
I used to ball a lot, even into my early 20s. Then it stopped, completely. I don't know what is was, other than I was tired of being emotionally exhausted as the result of getting upset.
My ***** pressure dropped 20 points around the same time. Into my 30s, my ***** pressure is less than it was in my early-to-mid '20s. I honestly don't remember the last time I cried, but it was probably a dozen years ago.
Have I been very upset? Yes. But I've just never teared in a long time. Don't know what it is, but it was like cold turkey. I just completely "mellowed out" and realized nothing was worth getting upset that much about.
And yes, I have been the victim of serious pain and trama in my time. That doesn't make me cry. It's been a long time since it has. Even at age 12, with the doctor unable to give me more anaesthesia while cutting a deep wound for a good 10 minutes (and damn if I felt every cut of my flesh right next to my ear -- all the sense involved), I did not cry.
I guess it's just more mental than anything.
Other than tearing up at a really sad movie or something like that, probably about once a year... like really bawling. It's usually over something pretty bad.
i try to be strong and be the hard ass kind of guy but i cry every now in then.
it is funny i have never cried wheni get hurt i cry over other peoples pain and sorrow
it is funny i have never cried wheni get hurt i cry over other peoples pain and sorrow
