Morning....

It's so good to see the sun rising- knowing today is a new day, and I'm heading home. It was a trying night, and I'm exausted. I'm glad we're rotated out of the "terminal wing" on a weekly basis. I've often heard it takes a special person to be a nurse. I never really thought of myself as a person with any extraordinary gifts. I held the hand of a dear patient last night as she passed. "Thelma", was a precious woman. She often told me stories of how she loved to dance when she was younger, and how I reminded her of herself at my age. I would make a special trip to the third floor at least once a week to check on her. I allowed myself to get close to a patient, which is something I should never do. It hurts too badly when you lose them. It's always in the back of your mind, could I have done something more to help her? To help them all? My eyes are tired and swollen. I'm out of cigarettes- I need to quit anyway. Addiction, it's a strange thing? Even the strongest of us, have a weakness. We all pick our vices I suppose. Time for bed, another long night awaits me....