Nurse life

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Well, on tuesday i was sent to bathe this old man who i had really got quite used to. he could not move, walk, talk or eat. he was basically a dead person with a pulse. i was constantly waving flies off him because they would settle on his face. he had a bed sore that reached the bone and i was able to see his nerves. he would never eat but always have copious amounts of diarrhoea. as i was cleaning him, i told my colleague "this dude would be better off dead."

and that night he died.

jesus, this is getting spooky. this has happened to me before but i dont think i can ever really not be a bit weirded-out by the whole affair. for me this is scary shit. i know its not my fault he died. and he was 94...

there is a patient on my ward who simulates idiocy and incapability so he can get the nurses to bed bathe him. when my friend forced this guy to wash himself, when he got to his belly-button he started to giggle in anticipation of being able to progress further down his anatomy. eugh.

well, apart from that my day was relatively normal.

things are never like the movies. in movies its always so easy for couples to be honest with each other. in real life it isnt like that. in movies, part of the couple, usually the woman needs to be honest with her man and she just says how she feels and he says "yes honey. i LOVE you!" and its kiss kiss snog snog hump hump. these people dont seem to have tempers or worries or explanations.

the whole thing is, in movies it only lasts for a few hours. in real life its, well, a whole life time. sometimes i really do believe that being honest really isnt all that its cracked up to be. sometimes holding things in can keep the peace or prevent arguments and unecessary pain.

sometimes i look back and think about times when i told my man about something bothering me that he did. what did i acheive by it? really nothing. i felt embarrassed and vulnerable and he felt uncomfortable and worried. and generally he will have a reasonable and rational explanation for whatever he did and i think i should not have opened my mouth in the first place because i could have come to these conclusions myself without having to burden him with my insecurity.

and now i feel bad because i thought i was more mature than that. honesty is not the best policy. it truly isnt.

i love to daydream. i wish i could just daydream all the time.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

i had a full day of nursing and lectures today and i am dead. at least it was a very decent day, the amount of shit was minimal and the doctors were too busy arguing amongst themselves to bug me.

for me, that is a very, very decent day. hurrah!

im making bavette with sun dried tomato pesto, should be good. im hungry. and tomorrow i get to wake up late because i dont have clinical practice. Yes, yes.

im smiling. its a tired smile, but nevertheless, a smile.

woo hoo, this is my v first time using live journal. boy do i feel chuffed! well, u can all visit my original blog being www.hajjetin-nurse.blogspot.com for older stories and occurences in my everday life, but i will also start posting them here aswell!

well then, enjoy your view into my life! woo hoo!