family.

This week I was thinking about work. Not surprising since I feel like it's all I do.  One of our frequent flyer patients passed away a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about  the people I work with. Both the patients and my coworkers. When you work closely taking care of others, you develop a special type of relationship. You can't give so much of yourself and not have a way to relax and your frequent patients. When one of your family leaves you, you feel it. Whether they move on to a new job, get better or pass away, you miss them. Even if they were needy and demanding. Even if you struggled to take care of them. You develop a relationship that you can't really get anywhere else. You laugh with your coworkers, you learn things you probably never wanted to know about them, you cry with them, and you even snap at them sometimes. You use them for stress relief and for venting. You ask them questions and you learn from them. You eat candy and fast food together cause healthy food takes too long to make. You know when your favorite coworkers are working so you can text them in the middle of the night when you can't sleep. You learn to work together as a team and solve problems that other people would run away from. You wipe butts together. You talk about poop and pee and vomit. You practice iVs on each other, congratulate each other when good things happen and mourn when bad things happen. You are a family. I'm so glad I chose the profession I did. You can't get this anywhere else.