twelve days on is too many in a row for any job.
my job is a particularly draining one and at the end of this run, i am ready for a break.
i havent written much about my job since getting hired, as the blog has really morphed into a place of refuge for me. a place to put up photos of goings-on here in the largest state in the union.
i hope someday it will serve as a great journal for jade who will likely forget all about eagles, moose, bear and vast views.
today i am compelled to write a bit about the phone call that came from a man who's father would die while under the care of my service.
the patient was elderly and frail and died quickly and peacefully.
he was free of pain and anxiety.
his son flew in from away as his father slipped into unconsciousness.
his wife, a medical professional, was kind and honest, recognizing her father in law would not want aggressive, life-prolonging treatment.
his son was abrupt and suspicious upon meeting me.
he demanded to speak with the physician.
after calmly explaining it was the physician who has sent me because of the expertise my service offered, he began to listen.
his sister wondered out loud if i was part of obamacare.
(thanks palin for making my already emotionally draining profession something now viewed with fear and hate. its incredibly helpful to me, my patients and their families.)
despite our rocky start i returned again and again to the room to assure them, to adjust medications and to answer questions. when the sister again tried to bait me with mention of obamacare and death panels i looked her square in the eye and calmly stated; " i will not engage with you" and moved on to address questions about breathing patterns and fever.
this time, i could see the son wince when his sister went after me. i (remarkably) stayed even and calm, knowing i was providing essential information and support to all of them despite hostility and fear.
the patient died peacefully with all three family members present a short while later.
today there was a message from the son on our answering machine in the office.
i was hesitant to call back, but i did.
i was so grateful to receive a heart felt thank you from this son, and more importantly, an acknowledgement that my job must be difficult.
he expressed that guiding families through a process most are unfamiliar with seemed natural for me and it put them at ease. he also said that to face families who are scared and grieving was viewed as grace under considerable pressure.
my professional life is incredibly gratefying.
my time away from it is as well.
heres to a wonderfully long weekend.
this article came out earlier this week.
take some time to read it and let me know what you think.