As I listen to Howie day’s Collide and the sound of heavy rain from my window, I put my feet up on the wall, my back rested on the bed. Thoughts then came into my mind.
There are so many things to be thankful for. One is, to have a job. Being a nurse is difficult. It’s like saying, I have to do well and there’s no room for mistakes. Assertiveness, kindness, perseverance are the keys to be a fine health care provider. A profound self-sacrifice is essential because a lot of saving lives will take place.
Day by day, I imagine myself interacting with patients and showing empathy, providing their needs and giving them special care that an ordinary person cannot put forward. It’s not easy. Being in the hospital brings back a lot of painful memories. I used to accompany my grandfather when he had chemotherapy for his lung Cancer; seeing him on the lazy boy hooked up with tubes, his face trying to be comfortable and strong was heartbreaking. Visiting my other grandfather was also a part of the painful memories; holding his hand and saying “hi lolo”, while he exerts effort to give me a hand grip even when experiencing general weakness. Years after, it was time for me to nurse my grandmother, who was not an easy patient after all. She was irritable and temperamental but despite her attitude, I always find her with an exceptional character. I gave her more care. I nursed her from top to bottom. It was I who gave her a good bath after she was pronounced dead. It was so much pain to tolerate. These are just some of my sad stories. I may have a fragile heart but I set foot for the good reasons.
I have my own frustrations and doubts. I’m not positive but I am prepared, I’m good but not the best, I’m not brilliant but very capable. I have a heart. I cannot cure but I care.
Life is short, make it all worthwhile.
There are so many things to be thankful for. One is, to have a job. Being a nurse is difficult. It’s like saying, I have to do well and there’s no room for mistakes. Assertiveness, kindness, perseverance are the keys to be a fine health care provider. A profound self-sacrifice is essential because a lot of saving lives will take place.
Day by day, I imagine myself interacting with patients and showing empathy, providing their needs and giving them special care that an ordinary person cannot put forward. It’s not easy. Being in the hospital brings back a lot of painful memories. I used to accompany my grandfather when he had chemotherapy for his lung Cancer; seeing him on the lazy boy hooked up with tubes, his face trying to be comfortable and strong was heartbreaking. Visiting my other grandfather was also a part of the painful memories; holding his hand and saying “hi lolo”, while he exerts effort to give me a hand grip even when experiencing general weakness. Years after, it was time for me to nurse my grandmother, who was not an easy patient after all. She was irritable and temperamental but despite her attitude, I always find her with an exceptional character. I gave her more care. I nursed her from top to bottom. It was I who gave her a good bath after she was pronounced dead. It was so much pain to tolerate. These are just some of my sad stories. I may have a fragile heart but I set foot for the good reasons.
I have my own frustrations and doubts. I’m not positive but I am prepared, I’m good but not the best, I’m not brilliant but very capable. I have a heart. I cannot cure but I care.
Life is short, make it all worthwhile.