There's a song from a local commercial that says.."I love you Sabadoooo" (I love You Saturday).
In my case, I have some difficulty singing that song. Not just because I was on slumber when God sprinkled the gift of singing; Ahem, thank you Araneta Coliseum!
You see, my week starts on Saturday.
It's the day of checking the whole Unit. And when I say the whole Unit, I'm talking of the 31 rooms, 31 monitors, from top to bottom, cords to plugs, doors to bathrooms, files down to the last Doctor's Orders, oxygen tanks to Emergency carts, reports after reports, meetings after meetings I feel like I was gone for a year. Saturday is also the day when our Stock Room is full of boxes piled after the other. Saturday is the day of taking off my Nurse's cap, rolling my sleeves up, and patiently solving the puzzled stock room of boxes to a more organize way. I guess Einstein hasn't done that.
Coming back and forth from room to the storage area, sitting and standing and bending, I wondered what was so good with Saturday's. My momentum was temporarily disrupted when a man from a product company approached me, "I'm looking for the In-Charge Nurse of the ICU." How may I help you Sir? I put down the box I'm holding and unrolled my sleeves. I realized how much of Saturday's are making a toll on me. I helped him out with what he needed and I returned to my Saturday tasks left undone.
As I was removing the contents from the box and arranging it neatly, I was in pensive mode as if a strand of memory flashed back when I was still a regular staff pushing stretchers, helping my patients have their slippers on or the mundane task as simple as turning on the remote of the television, being left by the bus because last minute call the patient wants you to help them ambulate.
Those were humbling experiences that led me to this moment of blurry vision because tears got in the way. One cannot simply put greater value on success without having gone through an ample of circumstances that tested your patience, your own values, your determination towards your job, how you see the difficult situations as God's tools for making us better, and how much love you put into the thing which you believe you are good at.
I know that inevitably, I will still encounter boxes. Lots of them.
But if the pile of boxes are God's way of keeping me grounded, I will still remove my cap and roll my sleeves.
If Saturday's are my Class days with the Lord, then God, please, keep the boxes coming!
