The ‘pain control nurse’ had been and chaned my dosage …. up as usual. The trouble is the pain is no different but I just seem to find it more and more difficult to concentrate. I was drfting off now ………
“Hello” , a new voice, foreign , gentle sing song , what nice eyes. “Are you awake willow” I am tempted to not asnwer but politeness gets the best of me. “I am here to help you, would you mind if I gave you a bedbath” I hesitate because it does not seem right, a young man asking me if I would like a bed bath. However I have not had a good wash let alone a bed bath since I was admitted, he is also offering to change my pyjamas and the bed. So far I have had a lick and a promise and I am longing to feel fresh again.
What a change from the usual begruding treatment I had received so far. I was bathed put in clean pyjamas and in a freshly changed bed I was exhausted but comfortable. The young nurse told me he had been at the hospital for about a year. His kindness and respect made me feel safe and at no time threatened.
Over the next week I learnt a lot about him, he had been in the French Foreign Legion, a Gendarme and now a Nurse. He used to come into our ward and chat when he had the time and sometimes if he was not too busy he would have a cup of tea with us. More than once when I was feeling really low he would make me a bird or a flower with paper. He was an exstremely talented and kind young man who lived life to the full and who was not afraid to put himself out to help others. He made my life bearable I missed him when I was moved to yet another ward!
So where ever you are, dear young french male nurse, I want to let you know you helpped me through a terrifying lonely time. I often listened to Alanis Morrisette and Thank You at that time, and the dreamlike video shows how exposed and out there I felt. Small acts of kindness helped me through. So thank you nurse you made a difference.
BTW that is just a random photo the nurse I met was much more handsome!!