I loved my job as a CNA. I hated the barely-above-minium-wage-pay, and the nurses who thought they were too high and mighty to ever help (where I worked, the RNs would walk by an old man laying on the floor calling for help to come find me and ask me to please shut him up- no shit) and I hated my new boss. But I woke up and put a smile on my face every day for the patients.
Now not every one of them were fun to be around, and some of them made me question if I really wanted to go into nursing for the rest of my life. But in general, I loved getting to know and spend time with these people, and get to help them get better.
The hardest part is always saying goodbye. Most of the time, saying goodbye is temporary, because these patients have a chronic illness that will bring them back in a couple months.
Today I found out that one of my favorite little old ladies has passed away. I was looking forward to going back and getting to talk to her again. I never got to say goodbye.
RIP M.F.
Now not every one of them were fun to be around, and some of them made me question if I really wanted to go into nursing for the rest of my life. But in general, I loved getting to know and spend time with these people, and get to help them get better.
The hardest part is always saying goodbye. Most of the time, saying goodbye is temporary, because these patients have a chronic illness that will bring them back in a couple months.
Today I found out that one of my favorite little old ladies has passed away. I was looking forward to going back and getting to talk to her again. I never got to say goodbye.
RIP M.F.
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