As you may or may not know, I am a Home Care Aide for seniors living at a home here in town. I get to wear scrubs, comfy runners, and yank my hair into a bun every morning. I can ride my retro bike to work every morning, and even get a free meal. All is well.
It is true that they say - nursing isn't for wimps. It most certainly isn't. Although I am not a nurse at the moment, what I am doing is as close as I can get. My shifts are crammed with caring for residents and their various ailments, getting them ready for the day, and organizing/giving out their medication.
If I have ever doubted my capacity to care, I now know that my heart is very much capable. It takes an extraordinary amount love to truly care for people, more than I had anticipated. Some residents are forgotten, neglected, or just left to be. Some residents have been betrayed by their own bodies but still retain a mind as quick as can be. Although I have just begun, my heart strings have been pulled for these people.
My mind is swimming with what I've learned, so this is all I will write for now. But I can say for sure that I will post soon with more stories! Cheers,
D.
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