God, please.
First off, I realized that this is my 100th post!!! Didn't think this blog would be sticking around for as long as it has, but hey. I'm not ready to kill it yet. Hopefully it'll see 200 posts, but we shall see. Ok, now for the good stuff.
When it comes to my job, I always do my best to do what is expected, but aim to try and do just a little bit above that. It's not always easy to do that, especially when you're extremely busy on top of trying to deal with the general unit weirdness. I am a Christian, yes, and this isn't a secret where I work. My co workers know this and do not tease me about my faith, thank goodness. I've had the privilege to share some of what God has brought me through to some of my patients; this usually comes about when they mention something God has done in their life or have asked me if I'm a Christian, believe in prayer, what have you. Having said that, these past two days brought forth some stories that when I look back on them now, they HAVE to be from God. On Monday night, we had a patient who was wanting to leave the facility because of insurance reasons. He also ended finding somewhere to stay for the night, but was really apprehensive and anxious about getting there and staying there. I got on with my work and about an hour later he came up to me and said "Kelly, God is good." I smiled and replied "all the time." Turned out someone he knew was at the same place and had been there for a while and he didn't know he was there. He then told me he wasn't anxious about going there anymore and that somehow it would all work out. Then onto yesterday.
I had a patient come up to me last night and ask "is every night like this?" I laughed and replied "thankfully, no." Because it's for that reason that I keep coming back. For a while I thought I would have to stay later than my shift and finish some of the work I couldn't get done. I was the only nurse for the night, and after 2 admits (had help with one of them), 2 discharges, passing and pulling meds, doing my other nurse work and all the while trying to troubleshoot different requests throughout the night, I still clocked out on time and me and the other staff member I worked with both got our breaks. Plus every patient got their meds for the night! But there was one instance that really almost had me at my breaking point. I won't delve into it, but I'm not in trouble at all and it didn't involve a patient getting hurt at all....just something that we as staff would not want to happen. I walked into the med room, closed the door and just stood in silence and prayed to myself a very simple prayer. A few minutes later the instance was resolved and after that I got all my work done. An answer to prayer. Really. Near the end of the night a patient that had been there for a while came up to me and told me she was going to bed. She was supposed to leave sometime this week so I told her I wouldn't be back until the weekend. She got really quiet, put her hand in mind, tears in her eyes and said "Kelly. Thank you. I will never forget all that you did for me." Sometimes it doesn't feel like it, but I get remarks like that at work. I come home and my cats are purring and headbutting my arm when I'm trying to read or whatever. I look to my right and my cat Wiley is asleep, looking peaceful. He purrs when I pet him. I am making a difference. I do make a difference, because I hate to keep beating a dead horse, but it's God. It really is. That's who it comes back to. He has richly blessed me with what I have, even though I don't deserve it. Any of it. I forget that sometimes.
I think in life we forget the little things often, like remembering to take a moment to just stop, especially if we're on edge and freaking out about goodness knows what. But I think last night God tapped me on the shoulder and told me "remember who I am." And I did. I do. I've been rightfully equipped to do what He has called me to do, and when I call on Him when things are good, or bad, that's when I see changes, no matter how big or small they may appear to be.
When it comes to my job, I always do my best to do what is expected, but aim to try and do just a little bit above that. It's not always easy to do that, especially when you're extremely busy on top of trying to deal with the general unit weirdness. I am a Christian, yes, and this isn't a secret where I work. My co workers know this and do not tease me about my faith, thank goodness. I've had the privilege to share some of what God has brought me through to some of my patients; this usually comes about when they mention something God has done in their life or have asked me if I'm a Christian, believe in prayer, what have you. Having said that, these past two days brought forth some stories that when I look back on them now, they HAVE to be from God. On Monday night, we had a patient who was wanting to leave the facility because of insurance reasons. He also ended finding somewhere to stay for the night, but was really apprehensive and anxious about getting there and staying there. I got on with my work and about an hour later he came up to me and said "Kelly, God is good." I smiled and replied "all the time." Turned out someone he knew was at the same place and had been there for a while and he didn't know he was there. He then told me he wasn't anxious about going there anymore and that somehow it would all work out. Then onto yesterday.
I had a patient come up to me last night and ask "is every night like this?" I laughed and replied "thankfully, no." Because it's for that reason that I keep coming back. For a while I thought I would have to stay later than my shift and finish some of the work I couldn't get done. I was the only nurse for the night, and after 2 admits (had help with one of them), 2 discharges, passing and pulling meds, doing my other nurse work and all the while trying to troubleshoot different requests throughout the night, I still clocked out on time and me and the other staff member I worked with both got our breaks. Plus every patient got their meds for the night! But there was one instance that really almost had me at my breaking point. I won't delve into it, but I'm not in trouble at all and it didn't involve a patient getting hurt at all....just something that we as staff would not want to happen. I walked into the med room, closed the door and just stood in silence and prayed to myself a very simple prayer. A few minutes later the instance was resolved and after that I got all my work done. An answer to prayer. Really. Near the end of the night a patient that had been there for a while came up to me and told me she was going to bed. She was supposed to leave sometime this week so I told her I wouldn't be back until the weekend. She got really quiet, put her hand in mind, tears in her eyes and said "Kelly. Thank you. I will never forget all that you did for me." Sometimes it doesn't feel like it, but I get remarks like that at work. I come home and my cats are purring and headbutting my arm when I'm trying to read or whatever. I look to my right and my cat Wiley is asleep, looking peaceful. He purrs when I pet him. I am making a difference. I do make a difference, because I hate to keep beating a dead horse, but it's God. It really is. That's who it comes back to. He has richly blessed me with what I have, even though I don't deserve it. Any of it. I forget that sometimes.
I think in life we forget the little things often, like remembering to take a moment to just stop, especially if we're on edge and freaking out about goodness knows what. But I think last night God tapped me on the shoulder and told me "remember who I am." And I did. I do. I've been rightfully equipped to do what He has called me to do, and when I call on Him when things are good, or bad, that's when I see changes, no matter how big or small they may appear to be.
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