Yesterday, wasnt a typical day.
You know you'd seldom get a day that you know, was "meant to be". You were meant to live it. You'd probably lived the past few days before that, just to come to encounter that one day.
That was yerterday.
I had worked the night before... was to get off work yesterday at 7am.
But as usual, we had worked short. I had 9 patients.
One expired.
Just to get off topic here,
AD, May your soul rest in perfect peace. Your daughters truly loved you. What a family!
Back on track;
Then in the am... an hour before I got off, i got a new admission. Needless to say, I ended up leaving work sometime around 8am, feeling terribly unaccomplished. I felt like I could not provide the kind of care that my standards demands. I left, in a hurry. I could not even care less about filling out an overtime sheet. I just simply wanted out.
Just before we left, Leez a peadiatric nurse that I know but had never worked with, and Pat. G an RN on my unit, asked me to come along to "Mikes'" for breakfast.
Okay, I'll be honest with you, at first I thought it'd be a bad idea to agree.
Its tough going out to eat with people who are used to having non-African dishes.
Our table manners are different.
I prefer eating with my hands.
And goodness, I can make plenty mess with that.
"No... thats okay, am..." searching for the perfect excuse in my tired memory "...tired"
But that wasnt good enough. They convinced me. I agreed in spite of the warnings by the little voice in my mind that tried to remind me of just how broke I was.
But see, you only live once. At least, I could count this as one of my professional encounters.
So, I met them at Mike's... me, Leez and Pat who we often called "Grandma".
And psst... I had the time of my life!
But dont tell anyone.
I ordered breakfast lumberjack pizza. I liked it alot. So did Pat. She had ordered the regular breakfast. So had Leez.
Leez lives with her kids, and is married. But her husband lives four and a half hours away. If you ask me, that is either craziness, craziness or nutzies. I`d never be able to do that (but then again, I said I`d never be able tohave another room mate and here I am, living with yet, another room mate. NEVER say never)
Pat lives with her kids. She is divorced I think. One of her daughters has anorexia. That is one terrible disease.
I have so much to thank God for.
Thank God.
We discussed so much. From American vs Canadian healthcare system, to Poverty, to rapture.
Leez despices talking about the end of the world. It makes her nervous. So to soothe her fears, she believes that there`ll be no rapture. We all die at different times.
Pat`s sister is a journalist and writer who has lived in Afghanistan for years.
I too, shared with them... that my parents are divorced. Both retired. That isnt exactly true. They arent exactly both retired.
And we talked abit about the child ``borrowing`` system in Africa where a child of a less fortunate family would be sent to the city to live as a maid in a more fortunate home.
And we talked....
and talked...
and eventually left at past 10.
August 18-09
