A good day…
After two weeks of wards cover the final day has come. Though I know it will shortly start over again, it feels like a celebration to be able to have a break to do the other piling stuff and to have enough time in the weekend to live a normal life. But, today was not only a good day because it is the last day. It was good because of people, both colleagues, patients, their relatives and strangers on the way.
It lifts the heart to stay in a place long enough to know people and for people to know you so that around any corner you might meet a person to salute. Someones that you have been privileged by having a glimpse of their lives or a part of who they are so that when you see them, you connect even if for a moment, you feel safe, you belong and you recognise that you could positively interact to make each others’ lives easier and more peaceful.
The stranger at the lift, who was kind to appreciate even a simple natural act of holding the lift for her to reach and join the journey upwards by wishing you “a very nice day” as she comes out of the lift leaving you behind smiling your way two floors up and starting a difficult but good day.
The relative being very understanding of the team effort to give his father the best chance of fulfilling his wishes despite the difficulty of his situation and the fact that the father might die anytime in the coming days, weeks or months.
The patient so unexpectedly telling you “Thank you for being calm, this helped me feel more relaxed” at the end of your review as you are leaving her bedside, that you end telling yourself “Well, maybe I am doing something right!”.
Your colleague, coming out of their way to get the right drug for your patient and sharing with you the joy of the magic medicine that is not so often used and you are about to use for a patient for the first time in your career. With joy, they tell you how it is made, how it looks and guide you on how to use it!The sisters in the ward working like bees (ma sha-Allah) to get things sorted for the patients as they come, stay and go!
The colleagues telling you that they enjoyed working with you and your juniors comfortable and unthreatened by you despite the difficult work they endured for the last two weeks, thanking you with a happy air as you salute them on your way out signalling the end of your two-weeks block.
I walked my way out humming to myself through the corridors of the hospital “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow, you are only a day away!”. I tell myself that I should have been humming this yesterday for today as I walk free again as a child!
It is so peaceful to stay long enough in a place that you are settled enough to be able to share with people the best of who you can be, giving the best you can and getting the best out of yourself and others. Settled enough to embrace, welcome, support and receive.
And family is another story! 
It is a good day that I am grateful for (alhamdolillah).
I won’t regret if it is the last day and I am happy if there is a “Tomorrow”!
I wish you all a blessed beautiful life!
Good night, and maybe I see you tomorrow!
shetellsastory 