On my first day back at the dialysis floor recently, both the beautiful and sad memories just flashed back intertwiningly, my mind and heart dive into a tunnel of emotions. How all the years from October 2015 to May 2022 just alternately pass by quick one after the other. HowI prime machines and put on a patient and I strongly felt the presence of him, he who made me felt safe and secure whenever he is also on the floor, knowing I can count on his expertise especially in cannulation. When despite the physical fatigue, his warmth and care comforted my cramped legs and pile of paperworks.And I breathed, and realize, all is now in the past, that we are not together anymore. When the new, inexperienced me blossomed in to a charge nurse to a songbird and sunshine for patients and staff to a darling, then to the broken and bruised sinner caused by the biggest heartbreak. But slowly albeit painfully repaired and recovered.
Permanent joy. Permanent scar.
Do not be a careworn, Mitzi.
Life offers a box of sweet chocolates.
Past. Present. Future.
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