had my 1st ward visit today... utterly memorable...
I reckoned that the ward visit would be boring at first... but hey... i mean we were supposed to talk to a patient for an hour... a complete stranger... for an hour... even with my verbal powress and my ability to ramble on and on couldn't save me from this one... *snigger* haha...
Anyhow... turns out this was the BEST thing that could have happened to me... seriously! I mean i could have talked to the guy for hours on end!
And knowing you sneaky pple out there... you'd want to know his age, looks etc... WELL the guy's like 60+ man... he was so grandfatherly... it was great.. the best part was... he is a retired paramedic... he revelled us with all his stories abt his job and how the medical profession should be a pple business... how you should always walk in with a smile... he was FANTASTIC... i couldn't have asked for a better patient to speak with... cos the purpose of being in the hospital was to find out how patients feel abt the service, the NHS etc... and Doctors will tell you abt their job... a male nurse did as well...and then we're supposed to talk to the patient and find out his take on his situation (being in a hospital and all that).. might not have been able to do that... but hey.. .it was great knowing abt things from a paramedics point of view... i mean SERIOUSLY... when the heck would we get to speak to a paramedic otherwise?
It really lifted my spirits and restored my faith in medicine... i admit the research for the latest PBL and the fact that 2-3 members of my family have been admitted to the hospital during the past few days and other problems were really getting me down.... and well this just makes it seem like i'm here for a reason... perhaps it's God's way of reassuring me that everything will be alright...
Dave... Big dave... the patient.. talked abt the good stuff and the bad stuff about being a paramedic... quite a balanced view... but he REALLY left a deep impression on me... can tell he really enjoyed his job.. it was a tough job.. but you really learn so much from it... and the rewards? PRICELESS... there are kids who recognise him and hug him when they see him on the street... there are nurses in the hospital that recognise him... there even was a woman who recognised him after he helped her give birth TWELVE FREAKING YEARS AGO! and she gave him a pic of the baby all grown up... sigh... it's really reassuring to know that life isn't all shit... isn't all downhill...
Hope i can be like him in that i would still have my sense of humour and i'd still look back at the path i've choosen and go... Ah... that was life... there may have been potholes here and there.. but it was a life well lived....
With faith, hope and love i guess....
Inscribed @ 12:24 pm
-raison d'être-
Crimson Bisque
Seconded by her friends
Hooked after a few blogs
Doomed to express herself
every now and then
Crimson: red
Bisque: White unglazed porcelein
Crimson bisque:
A little rough around the edges,
rather fragile and stained red by the
change Jesus death and his blood
has brought about in my life
