30 October, 2009

My job isn´t exactly a piece of cake. If I was an easy to impress type of person, or had blood phobia, I would not stay in my current job for long.
I just arrived from a tough night shift. Today, when I arrived to my job, the first box I received was an amputation. Washing an amputation surgery box is not my definition of a pleasant task. I have to be strong and cold at the same time but that´s what I do for a living.
I never get to see or know the person who went trough the amputation surgery but I get a bit impressed with the leftovers I have to clean: human bone, blood and skin. An unpleasant task, specially with a full stomach. I think I will never get used to blood´s smell.
It´s strange, but each time I receive an amputation box I always wonder which limb the person lost and how painful it must be.
My job isn´t easy at all. Every day I´m confronted with death, disease but also life (the newborns). Every time I go to the urgency section I realize how short life is and how weak our health can be.
My job´s reality and my strain of thoughts lead me to one conclusion: I should enjoy my life and healthy days while I can.
Sorry for the morbid post but I needed to put it out.
A good weekend to all!