Happy Nurses Day.

There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept- Ansel Adams

Call me ignorant because before this I never knew there is such a day called the 'Nurses Day'. The first time I heard about it was when a friend of mine told her story about the clothes she was wearing that day and associate it with 'Nurses Day'. However I didn't gave it much attention. What is it about the 'Nurses Day' that make so special I don't know then.

It is different this year. I found out what this day really means to someone, everyone in the hospital is celebrating it. Almost all department I went into have some kind of festival in it, in one department a doctor gave all the staff nurses present just to celebrate them....how generous of her. I only can wish them.I never knew how much the nurses really value the day until today.

I like to dedicate the poem underneath to all the nurses. Happy Nurses Day. (p/s: this poem was written by nurse for nurse just read it to understand the sacrifice they've made.)

I’m Sorry In Advance

I’m sorry in advance

Your bed’s not made today

But I have a patient here

Whose chest pain won’t go away

I’m sorry in advance

You’re not happy with your meal

Dietary does try hard sir,

To give it some appeal

I’m sorry in advance

Your morning pills are late

I’ve a patient climbing out of bed

That I must try to sedate

I’m sorry in advance

Your mattress isn’t soft

We do need some new beds ma’am

But these things do cost a lot.

I’m sorry in advance

I didn’t get to comb your mother’s hair

I’ve a patient with emphysema

She’s scared, she can’t get air

I’m sorry in advance

Your fathers still in pain

I’m trying to reach his doctor

I’ll have to try again

I’m sorry in advance

Your dressings aren’t yet done

But a patient has just passed away,

I offered solace to his son,

I’m sorry in advance

I’m not cheery as a bird

I’ve worked 12 hours, my feet ache

I asked for help, but no one heard

I’m sorry in advance

I’ve only two hands and two feet

I’m trying to care for you, patient

Your needs, I want to meet

My 12 hours now are 16,

No replacement could be found

My aching feet they cry out

My head begins to pound

I’m sorry in advance

I cannot meet your gaze

My eyes are filled with tears

Your face is just a haze

If I could sit down for a minute

And maybe grab a bite

Phone my kids to say I love them

And I’ll be late again tonight

I’m sorry in advance

I didn’t do all that must be done

If I worked any faster

I’d soon begin to run

When I do get to hold your hand

Or wipe your furrowed brow

Please understand, dear patient

I care for you and howI see your pain,

I sense your fear

Your anger in a glance,

Our health care service is failing you

I’m sorry in advance

Written By-Linda Leeson

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation- Charles Baudelaire