I didn't know where to begin with sharing my experiences, so I will share my first proven (precog) one. This would be back in December of 2015. I had been working as a caregiver in a nursing home for a few months. Being sensitive to my surroundings, my intuition has helped and hindered me in this field. My husband in particular hears about the bulk of my feelings, and is a bit overwhelmed when they actually happen. He and a co-worker are my proof for this experience.
I was not sleeping well for almost a week. Feeling weighed downed, at generally anxious. I told my co-worker that I was uneasy, and that when I was caring for a certain female resident, I had an overwhelming urge to soothe her, or sit with her. I wasn't particularly close to her, she was just a kind older lady who constantly wanted to be left alone to "think". One day, I had hardly slept at all, and I felt anxious and clammy. It's always been my sense that something is going to happen. I helped the woman get ready for lunch, and talked about how cute her great grandbaby was, and how they were expecting snow that night. As I made to leave, she held my hand briefly, and said "thank you for being with me". The way she worded it put me off. I mentioned it to my co-worker, who thought nothing of it.
That night I slept deeply, and I dreamt of holding her hand. The problem was that I couldn't let go. I remember waking up thinking it was the strangest feeling. My hand felt tired, like it had been squeezed too long. Pins and needly. My husband thought it was a funky dream.
I went to work, and was scheduled to get the woman up for breakfast. The nurse mentioned the in the night, she had taken a turn for the worst, and that she might not be feeling well enough to get up. I decided to start with her, so that I could check on her. She looked at me and grabbed my hand when I tried to pull back her covers. She squeezed my hand a said she wasn't getting up. I took a seat and kept holding her hand, knowing right then what was happening. I had never felt it this clearly. She said that she needed the nurse, she felt short of breathe.
I left the room to get the nurse, who checked her and said to let her rest. I told the woman I'd be back soon to check in, and went on to get my other residents up.
About 20 minutes later, I felt a deep calm come over me. Like an emotional release. The nurse called me out to the hallway a few minutes later and told me she had passed. The nurse guessed it was the woman's congestive heart failure. I performed her end of life cares and tried my best to finish out my shift without dwelling on what had happened.
My co-worker brought up how odd it was that I had mentioned wanting to be near her that week. I got home and told my husband, who went wide eyed and didn't know what to think. To this day, he says he still get creeped out by that one.
Since then I've considered leaving the profession many times, but my intuitive moments have helped so many residents. I don't speak with my co-workers or the residents families about it. I simply follow my intuition and make sure that the person is comfortable and try my hardest to get comfort cares started ASAP, and family gets called.
Typing this out feels so weird to me. My feelings are so much a part of my everyday life that they aren't odd to me at all. Typed out they look very odd, at least.
Has anyone else had a similar experience? I will try to share more of my own. Thank you for reading my story.