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The rest of my day sucks.
I’ve done a lot of things for free…in my life…most of the time, money didn’t matter.
At St. Jude, I volunteered on the oncology floor….with cancer patients. The nurses were so sweet and patient. Some of the work was tedious….
My first duty was to stamp out the patient records with their hospital ID’s. Sometimes that would last for a few hours or so.
Some of the work was a little gross. As the volunteer, I got to take patient samples down to the lab. Sometimes the urine was still warm in the cup. No worries, I gloves on. Sometimes the nurses who asked me to take samples down would look puzzled when I told them I needed to find some gloves before I could take the samples down. Some would say, “I never had to wear gloves to take samples down.” I supposes nurses may have some type of immunity that I couldn’t cultivate as a part time volunteer. Oh yeah…and the samples smelled….they smelled bad.
Some of the work was sad. I remember being asked to baby sit a woman who wanted to smoke in her room. She seemed a little annoyed at me sitting by her bed side as she lit-up. However, the nurses said the last time she was smoking, she almost burnt the room down. The patient and I talked for a bit about life and my future. She didn’t want to talk about herself. She didn’t look like she was in pain….probably mellow on medication. Her room was dark…she didn’t like the lights. I remember the next week, she was gone. I asked if she got better. The head nurse said she terminated the night before.
Yeah, a lot of the patients were terminally ill. I remember sitting with patients, often….sometimes I would watch TV with a girl my age….but she was half-my size. She was tiny. Other times, I would sit in the dark with someone even younger….someone more afraid of being alone, than dying….and it always broke my heart when I found their rooms empty on my next shift.
Now….I’m doing work for free….and not only am I not being useful….I don’t think I’m doing much good.
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