It's no secret that my little brother and I aren't always on the same page. Then again, we aren't even in the same decade. You see he's 13 and me, well I'm 27, big age gap if you asked me and I am more hated by him since I do most of the disciplining when it comes to him. Sure some people say, he's always been a "bad boy," but really just at home, I mean he gets good grades in school, because he knows now that getting anything less than a B= not having a playstation for a month (thanks to me). He's moderate/well behaved in social settings with friends and family, but quite disobedient when he's at home, but I don't blame him considering my mom isn't tough enough towards him. He's gotten away with so many things while he was growing up and I honestly do believe that he's "SPOILED". So for the most part I don't blame him for his behavior, since it was his upbringing (thanks to mom and dad). But I also don't blame my parents for his rude ass these days, but that's another blog post on its own. Today we talk about my little brother, his name is Henry, and for short I call him Henny.
I recently moved away from home into my own place, due to job circumstances and if it were up to me I would still be living at home with my mom and little brother. But the story goes like this...... Yesterday I had a patient and while I won't mention any names just to keep this case as confidential as possible lets name my patient Chris. Chris is a 13 year old boy, came in with police on a 5150 hold, which just means we (the hospital) have to keep him for 72hrs before he can be released to anyone (his parents) because he can be a danger to self or danger to others, this case he was a "danger to others." So he was my patient for a short while yesterday and although I did not get the full story of what happen from him, i read about it in his chart. My computer that I was working from was right outside his room and I could keep an eye on him. As i charted on my other patients I observed him watching TV. Previously I was in the room getting some basic information from him and at this point he was calm and cooperative, didn't seem at all like the boy who I just read about. I talked briefly with him about the movie he was watching and he responded in a way that sometimes I own brother wouldn't respond to me (nicely), hell sometimes my brother won't even respond. Chris seemed, nice at this point, perhaps he just had a bad day and got angry and said things he didn't mean. Aside from his "psychological issues" he was pleasant, and an ordinary kid probably just looking for attention. As I walked over to my computer I glanced at him eating his meal tray and I smiled and he surprisingly smiled back, which was the first time I saw him smile since he arrived. Then it dawn on me, this could be my little brother in there. And then, and then the unthinkable happened, as I watching Chris eat his meal try and watch "The Fast and the Furious," this feeling of appreciation came rushing into me. At that very moment I missed my own little brother, which is a feeling that does not come around very often, in fact never. This was a new feeling for me, since most of the time I am more annoyed, frustrated and angry with him. So the moral of the story goes like this, sometimes we take for granted the people we are born with, there were times where I found myself thinking, "am I the only one who got stuck with a sucky sibling" but thats not at all true. Yes I take him for granted, and yes he takes me for granted, will we ever find a common ground? Yeh, maybe someday when he's older, but now he's just at this age of rebellion and the "know it all." With that being said, I am so very thankful that I even have a little brother, and as crazy as this may sound, I am very excited to come home this weekend and see him. First things first once I arrive, I'm giving him ONE HUGE HUG, something that NEVER happens.
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