grateful

I often feel like the ER makes a nurse develop a type of jaded sensibility. A continued idea of mistrust. I go onto work each day and I pray to help those to the best of my ability. Although when I go into a patients room and I see track marks I don't know what to say. My first thought is how did you get here? To this point? The frail bones. The skin that is taunt over their frame. I want to care, I do. I just get sick out it. There are so many that want to live and I feel like these patients are throwing away their one, their only opportunity. How could I reach them? So each time they come into the ER I treat their pain, as I am required to do, and watch them get their fix for the day. I want a change. I want to help someone who wants to get better.

Song of the day:
provided by cml
FM Static tonight

just listen to this song. It makes me want. Consistently addictive.... Just listen

tell those in your life how much you care about them- it may make the difference.