It was the disease talking

I was transferred to IPD, as i wished from long ago. I enjoyed every bit of it, no doubt. It makes work so bearable. Not that i hated my job, i love it, but you get a little bored over time. A small change in the environment boosted the fun a little. Of course, having to deal with the doctors and nurses are sometimes a pain but that's just the package, nevertheless. 

I received a heartbreaking news from my colleague just now. One of my many patients i cared for just passed away. I have been taking care of her physical aspect the whole time except the time i wasn't around, my colleagues will replace me. And that happened when i wasn't around. It was pretty painful but not as bad because it's been going down hill over the course. Went from walking around to bed-ridden to semi-counscious to unconscious and back on to talking but super weak, little did i know that  was the last time i saw her. 

She's a pain. A real pain. I tried to understand her, wearing her shoes but for quite a long time i just couldn't. Then, when i saw her went unconscious it rang a bell in me. It wasn't her, it was the disease. It was the disease talking. I started putting in more and more patience and gentleness. I knew she was afraid of cold she would call me to layer her with a few blankets before leaving. On a good day she would even say thank you to me. She's trying her very best to the very end of the day. May you rest in peace and walk along side God. 

Be kind, be humble. Be good, be happy. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a sunny day.