When people write about their inner most thoughts or possibly about something they experienced (or didn’t) in life, they are exhibiting freedom of expression. When I read a piece about a tragic event I am emotionally moved to tears, but if a spark of light can reach that tragedy and turn the fears or tears to smiles that could instill hope and possibly give someone their last bit of laughter, would such a person be considered as heartless as the Tin Man before he met Dorothy on her way to OZ? I would never leave someone out in the rain all night….unless it were my teenage son who said he would be home from his party by midnight but showed up at the door at 1:37 a.m……AND, the only reason he was allowed to go in the first place was because he said he finished his homework, which I located later hidden in the abyss of his designer back pack crumpled into a form that resembles toe tissues you remove from a new pair of Jimmy Choo’s.
I have seen a lot of fear on tragic faces of folks I’ve never met and had to console their tears of fear and sedate their high anxiety. If you ever worked in an E.R. or an O.R. you have experienced the highs and lows of a human’s emotional tolerance level. I have seen high power executives shrink in their suits to have a thorn removed from their paw. I watched toddlers go under the knife and wake up refreshed searching for their Teddy Ruxpin’s to play with instead of crying out their complaints. Most of the things I have witnessed in these departments have me suppressed by the HIP(PA) and I am bound by not being able to expound. I did find though, while working in this eclectic paced environment it did host some of the most unusual suspects of employees, and the one commonality was that most everyone contained an innate sense of off the wall humor,sarcasm, wit, or Irony. Even the most prestigious department heads housed a Humorus funny bone under his/her scrubs.
Now the question lies with how does one not let that cutting edge harden the emotional arteries of a truly compassionate person. And, at what level of wit and retort do we consider a comment to be snide or funny? In the cartoon world we laugh when the Anvil drops on the head of Wile E. Coyote and watch him pop back up like an accordion unaffected by the crushing incident. He just stands there blinking eyes of revenge holding his anvil in his hands. Can a funny remark to someone in distress act like a crushing blow or could the humor help them forget their angst and make them rise above the pain. I found in most cases within the arena of urgent care ,people have felt the humor at some point while in a position of dire straits. I am not saying that protocol demands a stand up comic to meet and greet and tend to the adversity, but humor is a mandatory and beneficial gene in order to “carry on” in certain tragic situations. One setting called for an entire team to retrieve 27 raisins from an octogenarian’s nose. These little dried fruities were impacted in his nostrils almost to the point of no return.
Well, I bet you’re wond’rin how I knew how those raisins hopped into those dual openings, Well, I found out yesterday, about the plan that almost turned him blue: The grandpa was babysitting his grandsons and fell asleep in his recliner snoring like a dead madman, and the kids were just about to lose their minds. So the tots decided to stuff those little stinkers up grand daddy’s snout to silence the up-roar because the snoring interrupted their watching cartoons.
Sometimes it is very difficult to maintain a professional stance when the dance of the Kellogg’s raisinettes are staring you in the face with Marvin Gaye crooning through your head. You know a health professional ain’t suppose to cry, but the tears I couldn’t hold inside, I asked POPS if he has a problem with snoring and sleep apnea. Gasping in between his breaths he stated: “how did you know?”.
“Oh. Dontcha know? I heard it through the grapevine…”
He snorted out the remaining 20 raisins that were still hiding….
It took me by surprise, I must say…………..
And you thought this was a sensitive compassionate piece. Sometimes you just have to reach for the oil can…………..