Today is the start of my weekend, and I am so lucky because I have five days worth of it. On Saturday and Sunday, I am in these shoes, wearing comfy PJ clothing, trekking off to the hospital before the sun rises, to greet you when you get up, medicines in hand, and a smile on my face.
I know these shoes aren't very trendy, but they sure stand up to the worst of treatment. The scuffs are there because I've run into door frames and bed wheels while getting around your room, not to mention the countless times your IV pump's wheels have run my feet over.
I know I bother you often. I seem to knock and come in at the oddest of times. I come in too early to ask you a myriad of questions and then come back all too often just to ask you what your pain level is. I caught that sigh when I asked you to turn on your lights so I can check your ID band against your baby's.
But I don't mind all of this, because I care about you.
You are, in fact, important to me. When I enter your room and get to know you, I accept you into my life. I allow myself to feel the same happiness and fears that you may have, and I relish in the moments when you start to physically feel better. When you leave our hospital, and I hug you goodbye, I send you with my sincerest best wishes.
And while you may not remember my name, or my colleagues names for that matter, just know that it's alright. We feel good about giving you the best of us for those small moments, and hope that somehow has helped you through your personal journey.
Tif, your Nurse
*****Happy Nurses Week, especially to my best friends, who all happen to be nurses,*****