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Unyielding, raging pride and spite, A death-grip on dignity, The indomitable will To get off his knees and Punch anyone who touched him Because it hurt to move. I get it. I've felt that grief. So I looked him in the eye and said; You want to fight? Fight the floor. Fight gravity. Get up. I know you can Because everyone cries, Everyone ****** themselves, Swears and sweats and Lashes out in panic. That's okay. I've seen worse. Grab my hand, don't let go. You're going to fight gravity And you're going to win.
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Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC
Fall Injury
Unyielding, raging pride and spite, A death-grip on dignity, The indomitable will To get off his knees and Punch anyone who touched him Because it hurt to move. I get it. I've felt that grief. So I looked him in the eye and said; You want to fight? Fight the floor. Fight gravity. Get up. I know you can Because everyone cries, Everyone ****** themselves, Swears and sweats and Lashes out in panic. That's okay. I've seen worse. Grab my hand, don't let go. You're going to fight gravity And you're going to win.
How to convince a patient to let you help them off the floor
K_E_Cummins
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Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC
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