This isn’t one of those editorials that should be too controversial. And it’s not one with any urgency. It’s just a thought I wanted to express and now seems like a good time.
I don’t want to bore you with too much personal data, but I’ve been up to Michigan several times in the past few months visiting my dad in the hospital. He’s been bedridden since Easter so he’s weak and he needs a lot of attention. And as he continues a long recovery, I find I’m constantly impressed with his nurses. They are remarkable. They’re patient, attentive, engaging and very skilled.
I suppose it would be easy for them to walk in the room, take some vitals, change an IV and be on their way without much interaction. But that’s not how they roll. Almost every one engages my dad in conversation, they joke with him, and they make sure he feels… human.
I don’t envy the work they have to do. Most of it is not exactly glamorous. In fact, it’s anything but glamorous, but they do it with a smile. They are wonderful people and I feel they deserve a little praise.
Even though the nurses who work with my dad probably won’t see this, there are plenty of nurses right here in Kentuckiana who will. So to you I say -- thank you.