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Night Shift Essay, Research Paper Night Shift I’m not sure what attraction I feel towards working in a hospital. When I was younger I hated even thinking about them. They smelled funny,

Night Shift Essay, Research Paper

Night Shift I’m not sure what attraction I feel towards working in a hospital.

When I was younger I hated even thinking about them. They smelled funny,

everyone looked nervous, and a lot of places were off limits. But I think the

thing that scared me the most was the thought of needles. Yet after working on

the night shift for about a year, I’ve found hospitals to be more than just a

place where people are sick. They are a place to observe life. But I’m still

scared of needles. One of my most memorable patients was an elderly man who had

Lou Gehrig’s Disease. When I met him he was on a ventilator, a feeding machine,

and an IV. All this to keep him alive. He was slowly losing his ability to

control his muscles. He couldn’t talk, so I learned to lip-read what he wanted,

which wasn’t an easy task for either of us. But I didn’t stop trying and he

didn’t give up on me. After awhile we were able to carry on a fairly good

conversation. He’d mostly listen or ask questions while I talked about cars, the

army, and the weather. Being able to communicate with someone was something I

know he dearly missed. I cried when I found out he had died. I knew it would

happen one day, I just didn’t want to lose my friend. After thinking about it

for so long I believed I was strong enough to take the emotion. I was wrong. I

also took care of an 18-year-old that had been in a car accident. He was a

passenger in the car and his drunken friend was trying to show off. He had been

put in the neurology unit because they suspected that he might have damaged his

spinal cord or brain. When I came in to see him he was scared to death. He was a

normal teenager out having fun on a Saturday night. Thirty minutes later he was

laying on a hospital bed in a neck brace with the horror of surgery to follow. I

knew he was afraid, so I talked to him about school, sports, anything to get his

mind off of the surgery. I think that made him feel better, but I was still mad

at the one who had put him there. Hospital work isn’t all sad. Sometimes it’s

happy and even funny. I took care of a very sweet lady who had been a nurse when

she was younger. She always wanted to help. She would stroll out to the nurse’s

station looking for someone to take care of. Although, I don’t think she

realized that she was a patient. I think some of the greatest people in the

world are the ones who we might consider out of it. One reason is they usually

say what they think, they don’t hold back. I remember one lady in particular

that had a dark colored bruise on her arm from an IV. She looked deep into my

eyes as she pointed to her arm and said, "I’m not a Negro–I know you think

I’m black, but I’m not." I didn’t know how to respond to that except burst

out in laughter like all the nurses around me. Nurses laugh a lot–they have to.

Sometimes it’s the only way to keep from stressing out. But then, who can help

themselves from snickering when the old man in room 111 sneaks out of his room

in nothing but his birthday suit?