It’s 10:00 on a Tuesday morning at the hospital I am currently working at. I’m emptying my first full size bag of garbage from the two patients residing in the same room. Inside the bag are disposable gowns, cereal boxes, milk cartons, coffee cups, trays, plastic utensils, a hard plastic catheter bag, plastic iv tubing, […]
I can say very honestly that since this started happening, at 7pm when the cheers and horns start, I retreat to my bedroom and the second the door shuts, the tears fall, and let me tell you, they fall hard.
I chose to be the compassionate ear for grieving family members, and I chose to spend 20 minutes bathing a homeless man, peeling feces off of his skin and dressing a tumour on the side of his face the size of a football (full of things I won’t mention here). I chose all of this for little more than the cost of a latte.