I called.
You answered. And You came to my rescue and I I wanna be where You are
love,
k.
Monday, November 29, 2010
P.S. Have beautiful holidays
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Honest Question, requesting Honest answer
Do you think you know yourself better than anybody else? Or do you have someone (mortal) that knows you better than you know yourself?
My 2 cents; I think I'm pretty much the only one that truly knows myself, whether it be that I evaluate myself too harshly.
love,
k.
My 2 cents; I think I'm pretty much the only one that truly knows myself, whether it be that I evaluate myself too harshly.
love,
k.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Facing the facts.
I am thankful for the job I have - earning money for my independence. It's actually really physically demanding and working with people that gossip a lot and complain doesn't help very much, but that's ok - I don't mind.
The one thing that does bothers me though is that it's a hospital. When you THINK of a hospital it should be a place of healing and health, but sometimes it's also a place where people are left to die. I don't mean to sound "LEFT to DIE" ... I mean, people go there, knowing that they're probably not going to recover. The majority of the patients that are at this particular hospital are older, and sometimes, just by looking at them - they're sick of hospitals and they don't want to spend the rest of their time in one. But they can't move, they're fragile and they physically can't move. It's difficult. Sometimes I think it's a blessing that I see so many different faces that I don't remember individual people. I think if I did remember certain people, this job would be so much more harder.
I was so against euthanasia - I still pretty much am. The idea of someone playing god and 'pulling the plug' is not something that I follow. But seeing some of these patients, the way they don't answer when people greet them, the way they just LOOK at you ... is an entirely different story.
A tray of food was returned today (or yesterday)* to the kitchen with a note saying "Patient passed away." I went past that room, it was all nicely done up with the menu on the table, bed made and as if nothing happened.
This blog was REALLY difficult to write.
love,
k.
*my shifts feel so long that they seem to go over DAYS.
The one thing that does bothers me though is that it's a hospital. When you THINK of a hospital it should be a place of healing and health, but sometimes it's also a place where people are left to die. I don't mean to sound "LEFT to DIE" ... I mean, people go there, knowing that they're probably not going to recover. The majority of the patients that are at this particular hospital are older, and sometimes, just by looking at them - they're sick of hospitals and they don't want to spend the rest of their time in one. But they can't move, they're fragile and they physically can't move. It's difficult. Sometimes I think it's a blessing that I see so many different faces that I don't remember individual people. I think if I did remember certain people, this job would be so much more harder.
I was so against euthanasia - I still pretty much am. The idea of someone playing god and 'pulling the plug' is not something that I follow. But seeing some of these patients, the way they don't answer when people greet them, the way they just LOOK at you ... is an entirely different story.
A tray of food was returned today (or yesterday)* to the kitchen with a note saying "Patient passed away." I went past that room, it was all nicely done up with the menu on the table, bed made and as if nothing happened.
This blog was REALLY difficult to write.
love,
k.
*my shifts feel so long that they seem to go over DAYS.
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