As much as I whine, bitch and complain about work, there are rewarding days or mere moments that make it worth while.
I was at the nursing station looking clueless, as I always do, when one of my patients from last week called me to come closer. He said he just wanted to thank me for being helpful and caring when I was assigned to him. It wasn't like it was the first thank you I've heard for the day but somehow it felt more genuine. I almost wanted to hug him and tell him that even though it doesn't seem much to thank me, it meant a lot. I wished him all the luck and promised to say goodbye again because I will be working the time he'll be leaving the hospital.
I can't really express or explain how much it affected me. It seems odd that a simple thank you actually made my day but it did. It may be because that in my profession, it is expected that I care for the patients and at times become their 24/7 service-at-hand just by pressing a call bell. It may also be because that not all patients bother to recognize what we do. Whatever the reason may be, I'm just happy I made a difference.
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*from Wonderwall by Oasis
1 comment:
it's always nice to get acknowledged through good deeds. i helped a grandma yesterday carry her grocery and that felt good!
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