No, you don't know.

Yesterday I was having a really hard time with this whole hospital thing.  Blaine and I are both kind of at the ends of our ropes.  I feel so much pressure in every area of my life right now.  And a lot of things are making me really mad and frustrating me.  This is a short list.

• No, you don't know what I'm going through, nurse.  I know you're just doing your job, but please don't pretend you "know how hard this is."  Your job is to be at the hospital.  Mine is not.  I have work piling up while I'm there.  I have a filthy home I haven't had a chance to clean.  I left a pile of soaking dishes in the sink which is now moldy because I had to rush my boy to the emergency room.  I have to juggle my schedule with that of my husband's.  We have bosses to appease.  We haven't had a decent night's sleep since we got there.  We've been subsisting on scraps from Simon's tray and horribly unhealthy junk when our family isn't taking two hours out of their day to make sure we are fed. 
• No, you don't know how hard it is for Simon, nurse.  Think about it.  He's a one year old boy who as far as he can tell is perfectly fine.  He gets held down by 3 and 4 people at a time and poked in his chest or hand or foot.  His poor bottom is beet red.  He's not allowed to play on the floor.  And he understands none of this.  He can't possibly understand this is for his own good.  Do not condescend to tell him life is so rough for him.
• I do not care if you have snow cones, a juggler, musicians, books, or are having a skeet shooting contest.  Please do not bang on the door, open it, and shout in some horribly inappropriate activity for the patient who is obviously too young to join your little parachuting expedition.