Heyo!
Wait is there anybody actually here?
As you may have already predicted, this is me saying the nursing school keeps a girl busy. It also gives her a plethora of ideas for blogging/writing, but absolutely NO time. Tantalizing, am I right???
Life and death have happened at clinicals, but the most consistent (relatively, small) thing I have seen in long-term care residents is broken skin. Their skin condition is not the most pressing problem, but it is the one that gets to me. Making me want to take a shower and rub myself down in lotion as soon as I get home. I appreciate the largest organ in body a whole lot more. Simple as that. It is physically nice to have intact skin.
Metaphorically, my mind goes a whole different place. I tend to think I keep up a pretty tough set of armor, but then why do things (emotionally) end up hurting me so much? Because my most basic level of protection is breached. My "skin" is compromised. When I forget to read my Bible or pray, the simplest (yes, it is simple, just not easy) spiritual protection is torn. Not good. It sets the stage for worse things like infection. Also if you do have that tough armor, it just rubs on you and then you develop pressure sores from trying to protect yourself. Seems like I am my worst enemy.
Why don't I just leave it in my Savior's hands?
Stupid me.
Ok, on that uplifting note, protect your skin, both physically and spiritually! Also do me an extra favor and give someone who says they are "fine" an extra hug today :)
<3 Lissa
