lucky-E-leven
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Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Becoming a nurse has put my back against the wall and forced me to decide how I want to deal with tragedy. Every time I set foot in the hospital, I encounter people in their most vulnerable state (many of whom have been involved in freak-circumstances to be there). I have worked along-side nurses that view their patients as somehow removed from the same day-to-day living circumstances that we all must endure. What I have witnessed as a result of this is a standard of nursing well inferior of that which I wish to provide. Their patients end up feeling like a burden, somehow feel responsible for things over which they never had any control, and grow more apathetic every time a nurse with that mentality cares for them. My experience has been that just a tad of compassion and empathy goes a very long way to improving a patient's overall sense of autonomy and worth which in turn makes them heal faster. The trick, I'm finding, is just how much is necessary to achieve this without giving so much that it adversely affects my ability to do my job.Roxanne Appleby said:I am weird. I understand exactly what you're saying, and agree, but my source for such reminders is not freak-show criminality. It is instead history. Also, an awareness than on large parts of this globe desperation and tragedy are a part of everyday life, just as they were for everyone for most of history. What makes me weird is that I think in terms of, "You think you have it tough," (to myself). "Be glad your not a resident of one of the cities of the Khoresmian Empire in the 1220s when Genghis Khan was sweeping through, in some cities putting every living being to the sword, in others just rounding them all up and bustling them off to the slave markets, with no rhyme or reason to which city got which treatment."
I can't avoid my knowledge of history and the wider world, but I can choose to avoid knowing any details of "retail" atrocities like this one, and so I do.
Part of why I refuse to chalk these situations up to freak-show criminalities is because if something awful were to happen to one of my children, I wouldn't stand for the trivialization of that loss. I don't expect anyone else to suffer as I do, but I damn sure don't want to feel that I have to prove their worth or my loss to anyone. I realize that's not at stake here, but I have to maintain at least a smidgen of belief that there were people that loved that little boy and whose lives will never be the same because of his death. It's about hope, and it's about a healthy respect for human life. No matter the circumstances.
As an aside, but somewhat related, a friend of ours has a husband in Iraq. Okay, we have many friends whose husbands and brothers are serving in Iraq currently. We received word just a day or two ago that one of those men was killed. His wife was due to have their first child soon, and he was loved and revered by all who knew him. I never had the pleasure of meeting him, but I mourn his loss anyway. I respect and appreciate that he lived. It's a bonus that he was a stand-up guy and died defending our freedoms, but I'd still mourn him were he homeless and addicted to drugs.