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Originally Posted by ILG
Great job at saving a life!
I also appreciate your ramblings. You have an incredibly stressful job.....one I would not want to do. I have sometimes wondered if we, in the US are so dependent on medicine that we forget to remember that we are finite human beings. Sometimes I think maybe we are better off focusing on that and accepting it. Do you have any thought on that?
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Medicine can increase the length of life but not always the quality of life.Quality of life largely hinges on us and the decisions we make no matter what life passes our way.Time is like currency...we are all born with a finite amount but we have no idea our spending limit.I think you should live the best life you can while also realizing that we are here only for a brief moment.As with money you cant be overly wasteful and you cant be a Scrooge...you must seek a balance.
I think people are so clueless how precious life is and how close they are to the edge.Death is indescriminatate to morality..denomination...age...political party...sexual preference.It truely rains upon the just and the unjust.There are so many things I dont take for granted anymore...it sounds cliche but a sunrise or a sunset...a starlit night...holding my wifes hand and planting a huge kiss on her in public...a childs laugh or smile.I do my best to seek a peaceful existance and I try to avoid un-needed conflict.I am more understanding and patient in some ways but in some I am less tolerant because life is too short to put up with certain indignities.
I believe life is precious but I believe in dignity as well.There are certain dignities I would never want to be put through in certain situations.I honestly have been doing CPR on some patients that did not have a Do Not Resuscitate order and they were in such bad shape that I almost wished for their sake that they didnt come back...in my mind I'm apologizing for what I'm having to do...the indignity of it all.Its not anything I want to go through myself if I'm in really advanced age or painful debilitating illness.When I'm gone I want to be gone...I want to be left in peace.
This job is a blessing and a curse because I am pretty empathetic...I pick up on so much emotion and share it easily...it helps me relate with others really fast and really well but it also means I'm a raw nerve when I'm around others panicking and grieving...I have to suppress it and stay outwardly calm...I've gotten good at it but under the surface its a roiling tempest.I already had a morbid dark sense of humor before I got into this and its came as a advantage...I use humor to deflect and deal with things alot.
I dont want to do this for the rest of my life...I used to think I did but I dont...but for now it pays the bills so I'm thankful God has blessed me with the opportunity to do that.I'd love to be home every night though...I hate leaving my wife alone for two and three days at a time.I'm so proud of how strong she is and how she takes care of things while I'm gone.