Nursing with passion

My children don't believe that I get paid for the job I am doing as I am less qualified than their father. They are of the view that it is a job for some one who did not study well when they were small. When asked "-(che nee pecha ma tawa chen ga che bay wong? Mummy zum bay duty jogo�! Pey cha tawa chen? Office thob!)" are the prompt answer. I neither try to correct them nor blame for their innocent answers, because if one enjoys what one does it doesn't make any difference what people think or say. Beside my children, people do consider nursing as a 'not respectable job' but I bet the profession such as this only makes you more humane, and is perfect job for ones who are not affluent enough but desires to provide services to those in need with heart and hands as charity.

But it is also ok for ones who wishes to earn money by nursing as nurses in developed countries claims, nursing as one of the 'recession proof' job but yet to be realized here, as we are all paid by the government. As a nurse I cross paths with people from every walk of life with strong individualistic values, and the experiences I gain is very enriching and satisfying in course of taking care of people during the weakest point in their life. I get every single opportunity by luck or by chance to associate with reality.

Each different incidence, encounters with all sorts of people makes my life more interesting and contended. This job comparatively gives me lot of opportunity to do what ever good I want to do to mankind and this is because all human beings irrespective of their status in the society falls sick at least once in life time. Many a times I also feel death so close and it only pushes me to do more good and try to accumulate merit as much as possible without any selfish motives.

Nursing also means having been able to witness the human disparity in the society. Although the main focus my work is to alleviate the suffering but I feel fortunate enough to reach as closer as possible to needy ones. Perhaps it may not be a wrong claim if I say I can distinguish between rich and poor, arrogant and the humble, demanding and the thankful ones, genuine and the attention seekers within brief period of interaction.  It is a regular scene in the ward that there are sick people whose bedside would look like a shop as his/her relatives might showered with all sorts of goodies and juices. And in the other room you would see a person with empty lockers, surviving only on the hospital diet when one is supposed to be on medically restricted diet.

There are times when a nurse has to go around with an empty mug to request a cup of soup from the neighbor patients for somebody who has nothing to eat delivering a baby after a strenuous labor pain for many hours. There are times when we have to tear the hospital bed sheets to wrap a newborn as a couple or a lady would have come to hospital in haste, unprepared without any belongings for delivery. It is always pleasure to handle the innocent bundle of cute babies and just pray that they become some useful citizen in future.

I do come across a person who will not have any one to look after them and each of these people has a story to tell, and this sort of incidences teaches you a lesson to keep in touch with your kith and kin how ever little they seem; for you will never know when they will prove useful to you. And, thus I would consider all these people worthy of utmost care and consideration, even if our efforts consisted of subtle gesture so small as a smile and Kuzu-zangpola�...