new kids on the block...

Its the season of new bloods on the block! Both sides of the Kingdom is flourishing with fresh and new faces.

The newest kids I have were Mrs. White, an 84-year old lady who needed to have a caregiver next to her and there is Mrs. Gray whose spirits are still high in her 70s. While preparing all the orders for these two back in December last year, I already have a notion on how they'd look like (I am not a xenophobe, I love them all).

It was the end of December when Mrs. Gray (an Asian lady who looked liked in her 60s) came, with all smiles, she walked toward the reception desk where I was standing, leaving her walker behind her seat.

I was dumbfounded! Literally, I covered my mouth with my hand, waiting for her to fall (nahhh she did not, ok??)! And stupefied because she looked too young for her age.

She managed to finish signing all the papers and before she turned her back we were both laughing, we found ourselves in joyful celebration for the benefit of having an Asian skin...now I'm a bigot.

See, you cannot judge a book by its cover.

There was a time or actually, on several occasion, I would buy a book by its cover or even by its title. I am an impulsive buyer especially on ebooks. I bought The Last Sin Eater ebook by impulse thinking it was grim. The funny part of that purchase was--- I was in the middle of reading The Mermuring Mermaid ebook! LOL!

And the funniest thing was---- I read both books in between patients or in between my shift. The Mermuring Mermaid by Michele, is a fantasy novel about a human and a mermaid.

So, while I was drowning into the book's abyss, I was taking care of my patients--- ensuring that they will not drown!

G.
Btw, Michele will be launching all her three books on Valentine's Day.

Comments

I won't remember you....

I won’t remember you. I never remember anything that hurts me. Harsh huh! Acknowledging the pain and feeling it is one way but the easiest way there is when you have pain is to suck it up and forget about it. I did that. Done that. I learned to be cynical and stoical. I never remember anything that hurts me. When my father died, I only cried the day he was laid to rest. I cried hard in 2013 when I left my mother in a hospital bed without all her senses and memories…and the day she died. Crying helps. Instead of avoiding our feelings, we can simply feel them and forget about it. However, when events and circumstances overwhelm one to the point where they are an emotional wreck --- there’s always a medicine for it! So, Mrs. M got her dose. She passed away. It was sad. She was a happy soul. Someone just hurt me. I won’t remember you. I never remember anything that hurts me . G.

nothing is more...

Nothing is more.... needless to say, it is. There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. So try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud. Maya Angelou G

Dialysis: damned if you do. dead if you don't!!!

Pat is screaming “cramps! cramps! cramps!” Then the machine just went ballistic and gaga with all its might --- beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep… it didn’t stop until I got my butt off my freakin’ throne in the station. I tried to troubleshoot the machine at the same time alleviating pat’s pain. Muscle cramps are a common complication of hemodialysis treatments. Patients may have it in their hands, calf, legs, toes but the worst is in the stomach. It’s hard to help patient when they have stomach cramps as you cannot relieved it by shaking or massaging their tummies, funny. The machine didn’t stop beeping and the patient continued complaining. The machine is complaining now--- its chambers are clotting! Arghhhhh. When Pat moved her arm moved and so the fistula rolled. Restarted her treatment with new lines and stuck her again with new needles. I know that’s double jeopardy huh but we have to do what we needed to survive. Cr

and so it goes...

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