Well to start of simply today Clarissa and I restocked basic items found in all areas of the ER. Bandages, cotton balls, tongue depressors, etc. Along the way we fluffed pillows and waited on patients. I talked with an adorable little boy named Speedy. I gave him crackers and juice.
That day I saw just how much more fun doing work with another person could be. Though I seemed to be a bit of a slacker as I'd spend my time talking to patients. I met one patient because I commented on his boots. He informed me of his and his mothers' health. That's when I found them both in the Trauma section of the ER. Along with a horrific smell that assaulted my nostrils to pain of death. And that's when I realized just how selfless or perhaps desperate or even calloused these nurse's aids are. It's all in a day's work to clean up the defecating patient. The smell was unbearable--like a sign of imminent death. It made my heart sore to see the family near by either embarrassed of their relative's condition or more likely frightened for his life. I wished there was a way to help him. And I wished there was more I could do than to just walk by almost carelessly. But what was I a mere 22 y/o without any life experience with which to offer counsel to do?
I found out more from Clarissa that day about where her heart lies. She spoke of counseling foster children. Dangerous line of work I think, and quite emotional in some cases. It'd be an intriguing experience, but alas.
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