Today’s reality check

I worked today and now that my foot has been pain-free for almost 4 months I enjoy my job 99.9% of the time. I even enjoyed today even though I was smacked with reality three times in less than four hours.

Today my bosses were interviewing a new nurse for nights. They were showing her around the unit and introduced me as the seasoned nurse. I looked her and said “I bet I’ve been a nurse longer than you have been alive.” I followed that statement up with “let me go check myself into a nursing home”. This May will be 27 years since I graduated from Deaconess College of Nursing.

Next I was chatting with my patient who is my mom’s age. We were discussing the ages of our kids. When she said hers were 47-53 I thought what is she talking about, her kids should be in their 20’s. I then remembered my mom saying she would be disowning me when I am 50 because she is not old enough to have a 50-year-old daughter. And if this lady is my mom’s age then her kids should be my age and I am not in my twenties even though I always think I am in my head.

Lastly, I ran into a respiratory therapist I haven’t seen long enough to chat with since I left the burn unit almost 15 years ago. I asked him if he ever got married and if he ever had kids.Yes was the answer to both and his kids are 15 and 18. Ok how did that happen, he still looked 25 to me and certainly could not have children that old. Later on I kind of remember his first daughter being born but that was so long ago and yet also seems like just yesterday.

Mole moral~ Time keeps on passing by, and I am getting older. However I will always be 20 and all my friends will be the same age as when I met them as well as their kids. No one ever gets older in my head. Perhaps that is what Heaven will be like!

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