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Faith, Trust and Irony
She's dressed in freshly laundered scrubs, a floral top and pants pale blue. There for a moment to hand me a gown, and tell me what to do. As I'm getting undressed, she checks on a man, he's in the room right next to mine. He's crying in pain and begging for help, I hear her tell him that he'll be fine. A few moments later, the crying has stopped, as she leaves she turns out his light. Whatever she did, it's done the trick, he'll be able to sleep tonight. She's back with me now and with her this time, she has her tools in tow. It's 3 in the morning and she must be tired, but if she is it doesn't show. Thermometer ready to check my 'temp, lift my tongue and tuck it under. As she wraps the black cuff around my arm, I watch her and I wonder. Working twelve hour shifts, three days off then four days on. Has she a husband or any children, who miss her when she's gone? Does she like cooking or singing? Does she paint or like to read? The needle, she pricks me, with such precision, I hardly even bleed. My IV's in place, my medicine given, she says goodnight with eyes so kind. Just as I'm drifting off into sleep, a thought suddenly enters my mind. To this woman I leave my health in her hands, a serious matter, this isn't a game. It strikes me as crazy just how much I trust her, when all I know of her is simply her name. By~Michelle Lacey
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