What a week at work! My week at work was filled with a variety of sick people. On the first day it started with a young child with epilepsy. He had about 7 seizures in the few hours that we were busy with him. Another patient had a hole in his throat. There was also an old lady who really struggled to walk and was in severe pain. Another one was vomiting the whole day in spite of various medicine to stop it. Did I mention the man on the wheelchair who cannot move or help himself. All of the patients (except one child) had cancer. And everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Continue reading That week at work!
When my baby was born a year ago, I wanted to make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him). As it turned out we didn’t buy a newspaper (I am saving a magazine from that month) and I never wrote the letter. The idea was to keep it save and give it to him on his eighteenth birthday. I never found time to write the letter before his birth and decided to do it today, one year later.
Here it is:
My dearest son
I believe all children are miracles and experienced it first-hand when we see you grew and developed inside me. Week by week we read what was forming and for the first time I understood what David meant in Psalm 139, talking about God knitting us together in our mothers’ womb.
At work we normally have one week of chaos a month. This week requires a lot of precise planning; and a lot of stress due to various patient and technical factors.
While working in that specific week I realized that my personality changes into one I am not very proud of. Everything needs to happen quickly and there is no time to wait for something. I become more robot-like with less time to be nice to everyone, running around most of the week. If everything happens as planned, the changes in my personality is not as drastic as when Murphy visits us and everything that can go wrong goes wrong.