Yes, Some Jobs are More Important than Others.

Let’s Face It, Some Jobs Are More Important Than Others. You guessed it, I’m talking about the ladies and gentleman of Health Care. Doctors, PA’s, Residents, CNAs, Therapists, Social Workers, Med Techs, and especially LPNs and RNs. Forgive me those that I am leaving out.

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Know Your Colors. Mmm, Wine

 

 

And forgive me for how sappy this post will probably get. It’s necessary for me to acknowledge the amazing help that I have received and am receiving.

For those of you that don’t know, I’m staying in the Cancer Clink or Hut for most likely only one more night while I wait for a prescription for the blood clot in my arm. Don’t worry, the blood clot is easily managed by a twice a day by a foolproof injection that I am very capable of self- administering.

I’m transitioning from inpatient to outpatient, one twelve hour interval at a time… on the 7’s 7 is shift change. How many hours a day do you work? I’ll fully admit that they work way harder than I do at a much more effort demanding gig. They are societies angels.

Some not pictured!
Some not pictured!

 

Medicine is a numbers game. It’s empirical. There are Data Points, graphs and charts. Healthcare is similar, except the numbers and data points are tangible and personal. Patient Personal. My mood is a data point, my shower frequency (yes once a day, you munch), the healing progress of my blood clot, the healing process of my port scar on my chest (eh, no pictures of my half shaved chest, you’re welcome), my I’s and E’s (figure that one out on your own, you’re welcome), and time spent answering questions and giving a shit that I know what to do for myself when weird cancery things happen that me to have to give myself injections in my tummy like a sea otter cracking a clam, but twice as cute.

So this short poem and insanely busy Photoshop is for the Ladies and Gentlemen of St Luke’s who have to put up with me on the good days when I’m jamming, like today, and the days when I’m frustrated and have to negotiate the terms of my release like yesterday. Sorry to my sister and Dr. Jeans who had to put up with the brunt of that. DeAnna will share my bookstore gift certificate with me, and Dr. Jeans gets an apology from me tomorrow when she signs me out.

I have this image of myself spiraling around around a clock when I sleep, one night closer to another chance at freedom. I’m #Luecky to be with this bunch, they make the difference and keep me moving in the right direction.

 

Yeah I screwed up a word, Can it. I'm self taught.
Yeah I screwed up a word, Can it. I’m self taught.

 

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Jason the Cancer Troll

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9 thoughts on “Yes, Some Jobs are More Important than Others.”

  1. Health care workers have a special calling, for sure. Not everyone could do it – I certainly could not!! I’m so glad you have received such good care. It will mean so much to them that you appreciate it. Take good care.

  2. I have said this here before, but I am a peds cancer inpatient RN and yesterday almost pushed me over my limit of what I can take (sometimes we are viewed as the enemy and really we are just trying to do our jobs and take care of our pts with love, respect and patience as we try to keep them safe). So thank you even though this post isn’t for me. Because it means a lot to hear appreciation for what we do. I needed to be reminded of that.

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