SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Well today I had one of those truly strange days in work. You all know the kind, especially if you are in the medical field.
A couple ofweeks ago one of my patients died. She had been a long ime patient of mine, and at one time a co-worker of mine. I was also the one who made the original call on her and got her cleaned up for the family.
Many of her family and friends were R.N.'s. They were quite bitter about her death, and I agreed with them. (One of those missed diagnosis things.)
This morning when I arrived at work I was informed there was an envelope waiting for me at the Nurses Station. When I opened the envelope I was surprised to find a letter addressed to me.It was a letter thanking me for caring for the patient and treating her with dignity bot when she was alive and after she had passed on. It went on to list many instances, many of which I had forgotten. The letter was signed not just by her mother but by all of her family and friends. (Many of these people could and did put R.N.' or M.D. after their names.)
The letter affected me in a couple of ways. On the one hand it made me feel good. People had recognised my work and how I treated their family member. On the other hand it made me more than a little sad. It made me sad because it tells me just how far down our society has sunk that people feel they have to thank someone for treating their family member as a human being.
Cat
A couple ofweeks ago one of my patients died. She had been a long ime patient of mine, and at one time a co-worker of mine. I was also the one who made the original call on her and got her cleaned up for the family.
Many of her family and friends were R.N.'s. They were quite bitter about her death, and I agreed with them. (One of those missed diagnosis things.)
This morning when I arrived at work I was informed there was an envelope waiting for me at the Nurses Station. When I opened the envelope I was surprised to find a letter addressed to me.It was a letter thanking me for caring for the patient and treating her with dignity bot when she was alive and after she had passed on. It went on to list many instances, many of which I had forgotten. The letter was signed not just by her mother but by all of her family and friends. (Many of these people could and did put R.N.' or M.D. after their names.)
The letter affected me in a couple of ways. On the one hand it made me feel good. People had recognised my work and how I treated their family member. On the other hand it made me more than a little sad. It made me sad because it tells me just how far down our society has sunk that people feel they have to thank someone for treating their family member as a human being.
Cat