Inspiration

I have one of the best profession in the world.

I touch lives.

And even if my patients do not remember my name, for me what’s important is I have been nothing but kind and compassionate.

And right now, I want to find inspiration in little things because if I don’t I will surely succumb to my own whining and bitching making all these effort a waste.

Hence, I made a poem, one bored NOC shift. (There’s an inside joke between the line but I think nobody would really get it except me.)

Without further adieu:

A Nurse
(c) dcec 02Aug10

Epitome of grace under pressure,
we never surrender.
Despite our own troubles
we maintain a calm front.
In times of distress,
we readily submit to the call.

A noble profession
where kindness and compassion mingle.
Warm hands that touch lives,
A gentle voice that heals,
A brother or a sister,
A friend or a family,
To our patients:
WE ALWAYS CARE.

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It’s the first time I’ve made a poem with reference to my work.

I want to be inspired everyday I wake up.

Knowing that my patients need me, that I touch their lives. It’s enough. Well, it should be.

To the patient @ room 377 (Fe Pineda). This is for you. Thank you for the kind words and appreciation that most patients lack (just because they are paying us). Thank you for letting me see a glimpse of an inspiration. Thank you for re-awakening my heart, why I am in this profession. Thank you. And I do hope you remember me. And even if you don’t, it’s enough that I was appreciated.

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