Working in the hospital has never been easy for me. I do not understand what is so special about it that attracts me. When I was younger, I hated even thinking about working in the hospital. Some of the patients smelled funny, and most of the time everyone looked nervous. After working on the night shift for about a year, I've found that hospitals are more than just a place where people are sick. They are a place to observe life and death. I think the thing that scared me the most was the thought of seeing any person struggling with life in those last minutes.
Though I didnt like it, I had many experiences that made me continue my work. One of my most memorable patients was an elderly man who had Lou Gehrig's disease. When I met him, ...view middle of the document...
I cried when I found out that he had died. I knew it would happen one day; I just didn't want to lose my friend. After thinking about it for so long, I believed I was strong enough to take the emotion. But I was wrong.
I also took care of an 18-year-old that had been in a car accident. He was a normal teenager and was having fun on a Saturday night. He was a passenger in that car, and his drunken friend was trying to impress his girlfriend. He had been put in the neurology unit because they suspected that he might have damaged his spinal cord or brain. Thirty minutes later he was laying on a hospital bed in a neck brace with the horror of having a surgery. I knew he was afraid, so I talked to him about school, sports, anything to get his mind off of the surgery. I think that made him feel better, but I was still mad at the one who had put him there.
Hospital work isn't all sad. Sometimes it's happy and even funny. I took care of a very sweet lady who had been a nurse when she was young. She always talked with me as a mother, and gave advice about my problems. She used to tell me some really good jokes. She always wanted to help others. I don't think she realized that she was a patient. I think some of the greatest people in the world are the ones who get a chance of helping others and help them, and not the ones that just care for themselves. I remember one lady in particular who had a dark colored bruise on her arm. She looked deep into my eyes as she pointed to her arm and said, Im not a Negro--I know you think Im black, but Im not." I couldnt think of what to say in reply. All the nurses around me started laughing at her; sometimes I think its the only way to keep from stressing out.