I was thinking about all this Ebola stuff, and like other people I've talked to, I wondered WHY doctors & nurses would VOLUNTEER to actually go to West Africa and put themselves in pretty rudimentary conditions and surrounded by relentless severe illness and death. I believed that could be about the dumbest thing someone could do besides single handedly try and take on Isis.
Then here in the US...WTF are they thinking bringing INFECTED people back here and what nut cases are willing to treat them?!
Then I thought about when I had been very ill, and both in and out of the hospital, and when I did and did not have someone watching out for me, taking care of me, making me feel I was safe and in good hands with someone focused on my healing and comfort.
I'll take having someone there for me any day over the few times I was alone and probably should have been in the hospital. I won't compare what I had to Ebola, but I have had a virus that I found out after, I should have been hospitalized for, but I was completely delirious, almost immobile, raging ill, scared, and going by that experience, I would have traded anything to have a nurse taking care of me. If I was in a strange country, I would want nothing more than to be "home" and in familiar, structured, progressive surroundings.
You all do a job that can't be compensated enough! You can't be thanked enough! You can't be appreciated enough!
I won't tag all of you because there are several of you, but THANK YOU! Nurses, CNA's, MA's, RN's, LPN's, any and all doctor's and medical assistants!
XOXOXO ♡♡♡
So, some of you know I pretend to be a writer. I was a prolific and mildly talented writer in my past. I dreamed novel sized stories, but could never get past the short ones, there were a couple I wrote out to 150 pages with the outline and general story written out, but they died there. It took me years to both realize and then accept, that I was no good at anything but some hybrid of prose and poetry that is heavily non conforming to the accepted rules of writing, grammar and english. My problem is rooted somewhere in one or more of my mental illnesses, I just can't absorb nor comprehend (translate to an understandable example) accepted structure and rules for any type of writing. The words go down on the paper the way they come into my head. They don't want to be amended, they come into my head the way my mind perceives them to be correct and meaningful to what I am trying to express, which in my skewed brain, is the correct form, again, to ME, but maybe not to anyone else....
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