Wow, you know, thanks to this challenge, I am blogging more than I ever have. I know my ramblings aren't as interesting to look at as maybe pictures of my project may be, but hey, I am kind of enjoying being so chatty.
Today I had my pre-op appointment for my surgery next week. That leads me to my daily gratitude. I am grateful for kind and caring people who give of themselves to others. The nurse I had today doing all of my pre-op stuff was just so very kind and genuinely concerned about my all around health and wellness, above and beyond what I was there for. I know that I am not like that and I admire people who are.
I tend to think that a lot of things about my job and the people I deal with daily there have killed a lot of mycompassion for others and my desire to help others. People, for the most part are just down right stinky to deal with. It just doesnt' seem to matter how nice you are to some people (the ones calling the police), they cuss and yell at you and act like their life problems are your fault. I don't usually take it personally, I think it comes with the job, but still, I think after a while it takes away some of your interest in being nice to the people you don't know. Gosh, that probably just sounds awful to read but it is the truth.
After a long night at work and dealing repeatedly with some lady who was fighting over beer with the father of her child who in turn was throwing her clothes out the front door of their trailer house (no joke, not making that up) and being cussed at and screamed at by her, I just didn't feel like being overly nice. So needless to say, after working all night, dealing with people who can't get along, fasting all night for my tests while being awake (it is so much easier to fast while you are sleeping), getting sent by my doctors office to the wrong hospital for my tests, and being so tired I could throw up- I just wasn't in an overly friendly mood this morning when I got to the correct hospital for my tests. I was tired, crabby, irritated, and of course sick of my stupid gallbladder.
But then in walks my nurse for the day. She was so kind and compassionate and truly interested in me and what was going on with me. She was thorough and dug deep. She talked about more than just what I was there for and talked with me about some of the other health issues I have. They didn't so much pertain to what boxes she had to check off, but she was interested and gave advise and suggestions. She cared about my big picture. She will probably never see me again but that didn't matter to her, she didn't just push me through and try to hurry on to the next person. That was refreshing. By the time I left I was smiling and joking and satisfied with my care.
So today, I am grateful for my nurse at St E's in Belleville that gives of her self to others and really puts the "care" in caregiver. I am not only grateful for her kindness, I am inspired by it.