Eyes Can Talk
I wrote this at midnight while listening to 'Those Eyes.' Every time this song plays, all those memories come rushing back during my late-night overthinking. I just realized that this song was on my playlist back when I was doing my clinical rotations at RSCM. It reminds me of that day—the first time I felt so sad and scared because I lost my very first patient. Even though it happened three years ago, I can't forget that feeling. I still remember the eyes of the patient's family, their hopes, and how patiently they cared for them. I think I’m going to cry just thinking about it. I’ve realized that I need to be in a 'safe place' for my own well-being. In nursing, it feels like nowhere is truly safe because, in the end, you eventually lose your patients. I chose to work in the outpatient department because I see so much hope and life here. I won't have to face 'Code Blues' as often, which helps me avoid the depression that follows them. I’m the ...