Gone were the days when I used to work on three different shifts. Like most warriors do, one must be prepared with unexpected events that might occur in an 8-hours shift. Neatly dressed in white silky uniform and all smiles with tender loving care upon patients arrival. Most of us have our most memorable days at work, whether it may be good or lousy disastrous day, one must always composed his or herself to accomplish task and responsibilities ordered for patient care.
When things go rough and heightened, all are demanded to move efficiently in a swift manner. Across-the-board présence of mind to the most minute details are observed, because, every second counts in a room filled with uncertainties.
It is like a battle field with all hopes of winning
I have overcome those days where my adrenaline used to rush in no time. Swinging back and forth to save people fighting for breath and life. I missed it though… I miss those sweet words from my patients happily going out of their rooms ready to go home. Babies cry out of nowhere guessing whether they are hungry, feeling warm or in pain. Feeling like a mom when their mothers can’t go near them and lucky enough when they fell asleep in my arms. It can be so demanding yet it is very rewarding. Patient’s healing and recovering is a joy for a Nurse as these patients are what truly matters in what used to be my day to day routine.
Today, as memories flashes back… I salute to all front liners. My ❤️ goes to you all, hoping all of you are safe. These trying times might be difficult not knowing what tomorrow brings. Deep in our souls we appreciate every inch of your effort from the moment you wake up and prepare yourselves to work until you get home to forcefully exclude yourself from your family members…to make sure they are at least all safe. It is indeed sacrificial, but the oath is engraved in your hearts.
You are truly the bravest souls we have. 💪🏻
Samday1day 