My Wards

I love my wards.. my patients..my colleagues..

the energy of it all..always on the go..one out another one in...

I do have my days...but on the whole it is more good than bad..

today one of my frequent fliers flew in...came in to talk to her...and she started to tell me what she was in for..as I got her organised her doctor came in and asked me if I have a form..told him already..here it is..

I know some of my colleagues hate the wards..

a young one told me yesterday..I hate running around..I hate having to clean up the mess made by incompetent people..

another ..can't deal with all the deaths and sickness..she told me it makes her blue..

as for me the ward is like a constant reminder that life is short..that I am very lucky ..I have two legs, two arms, a brain, a heart, two lungs...healthy...

not like most of my patients..end-stage cancer..palliative..coming in to die..

some can't breathe without their oxygen tanks... some can't dance because they can't walk..some can't see because they are blind...some can't hear without their hearing aids..

yes I am lucky...very lucky...and I love my job..eventhough it is stressful...

I wouldn't swap my wards for other cleaner wards..yes it smells..smells of vomit..smells of urine...smells of faeces..smells of death...

but then it is more human than the other wards..there is always laughter...that's how we survive through all the sufferings and deaths..