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Another Sappy Sunday

Although, it didn’t start out that way.


I woke up early with the sun.

Ground my coffee beans.

Savoured my Sunday coffee.

Took my time.


I went to work before 8 am.

Listened to wonderful tunes

during the country road drive.

I Sang along.

Not another car in sight.


I worked with a colleague that I’ve known

for nearly 20 years


We’ve worked in various departments together

Have seen each other through various transitions

Can often finish each others sentences

Are able to speak our truth


It was a Good Day


And even so

A few hours after

I arrived home

I cried


HARD


I’ve seen a lot of death

A lot of trauma

A lot of sadness

A lot of grieve

and

A lot of pain


Today

I Was privileged enough

to be brought into the circle of care

of a patient


That at this very moment

My heart breaks for…


For them

For their family

Their lives


Essentially

My heart hurts

for A stranger

and

Everyone who loves them


I do not bring my thoughts

of my occupation here

Often


And never like this


But yeah,

I'm going there...


If you have ever thought that a nurse goes into the profession

“For the money” like I have heard so many times in the past,

You are wrong.


First,

it is not that much money.


Not for what we see and the challenges that we face.


Second,

There is no amount of money

that could ever bandaid the hurt

that our hearts feel

for the strangers that we care for.


There is No crutch

No splint

No walking cast

No surgery

That protects us

Or heals us

from the bruises of this profession


Our day does not end

when we take off the scrubs

Or

when we leave the building


We go home

and

Think about you

Worry about you

Pray for you

Hope for you and

Cry for you


Our hearts our Big


Bruised perhaps

But BiG










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