Thursday, March 29, 2012


Today I took care of a seven year old. It had not even been a full 12 hours since the surgery that had removed one of his lower legs. He had been ejected from a car. The night nurse wasn't sure if he fully grasped what had happened.

While waking up, he looked under his covers. He kept looking. I came and sat down on his bed to give him some medicine and he looked up at me.

"Where is my other foot?"

I had absolutely no idea what to say.

I love my job. But sometimes, my goodness, I just have to cry.