I lost a patient today. A 32 year old man who came back fucked up from Afganistan, with a wife and three children, and schizophrenia that set in while he was in country, died today. We don’t know if he messed up taking his meds or if he did it on purpose. All I could think was about his baby. She is just over 6 months old and he’s brought her to group a number of times. She’s a tiny olive-complected child, with soulful brown eyes and a tiny little mouth. She’s the kind of baby that makes no noise. She just stares in wonder at everything. Her name is Sophia.
He’s a funny guy and a good dad. He always came to group and he knew he has schizophrenia and wanted to do right by his kids. He worked hard at his recovery, putting together a nice life for his family. He had a big truck he washed every weekend and a really pretty wife. He did homework with his kids. He ushered at his church.
Traveler and Quinky Girl got back into town on Sunday night and I gave them back their keys and got kisses. I’ve been achingly missing them while they were gone and it was so fucking nice to see them. I sent Traveler a message yesterday morning telling him that I was looking forward to our date Friday or Saturday but that I really missed him and asking if we could have a dinner or a coffee or something before then. He said he’d like to see me too and we scheduled Tuesday night, tonight. We didn’t really have a specific plan.. just something with a snuggle, whatever. This morning Quinky Girl popped up and asked if I’d like to have a little dinner with her and Traveler during the time I’d planned to have Traveler. I missed her like crazy too, and I didn’t to miss out on seeing her too, so I said yes, but admitted I also really needed a few Traveler snuggles. She’s totally cool like that and we set up our dinner. Later in the afternoon she texted that Peaches was coming too. I love Peaches and was excited about that, but I was bummed I wouldn’t get my snuggles. Then my patient died.