So, I got bored and thought.
Why not recollect on some stories from my past.
It’s storytime with Papa Adrift
The Earthquake Incident
When I was but a wee lad, I lived in California. It was late at night, and an earthquake hit. A pretty big one too. In a tired panic, my mom grabbed something and took cover. What she didn’t realize, she grabbed a tv remote. Not me. After a good amount of time, the earthquake passed and she found me still in my crib, sleeping like the baby I was.
So for about 3 years, I worked at the hospital as a student worker in my area. I have quite a few stories from that place.
Working at a Daycare
Oh boy, is this a story. The hospital had a daycare there. I love working with kids, it’s just fun. But being a male in that field? Oh god, do not get me started on the stereotypes. I was the only male there, and I could see why. They constantly put as far away from the kids as possible, they accused me of purposely skipping work during my lunch break, and they just all around called me out on every little thing possible. I was there for 2 year, but I quit when they started accusing me of being sexual with the kids and tried to get me fired from the hospital completely. I was disgusted and spoke to my boss, the person who ran the student jobs at the hospital. She removed the daycare from the job list and wrote on of the wordiest emails I have ever seen telling them off. She also spoke to the person who ran the hospital at the time, and needless to say, the staff was replaced because they weren’t exactly the nicest to anyone at the hospital outside of the daycare.
After quitting from the daycare, I was assigned to stuff that had me going around to rooms offering care items (body wash, deodorant, combs/brushes, etc.) and hot beverages. One morning, there was a patient wandering around the halls of one of the care floors. I’m only allowed to approach people when they’re in their rooms so I didn’t bother him. After he passed, he turned around and the conversation ensued
“Hey kid, you given that stuff out?”
“Why, yes I am. I’m giving this stuff to patients, just to make sure they’re comfortable here.”
“Oh that’s pretty neat. Mind if I take a couple things?”
“Not at all. Just tell me what you take so I can write it down.”
He starts grabbing stuff and then handing them to me after looking at them. I assumed he was making sure I saw what he was grabbing, so I logged them and them put them in a bag for him. After about 5 minutes, I gave him his bag with almost one of everything. He then starts talking to me, asking about what I was into and a whole bunch of stuff. I tried to be as simple as possible, as I didn’t want to be too personal about it. Eventually, a doctor came in and said he needed testing. The patient looked at my tag, put out his hand, and said:
“It was nice meeting you, (Adrift). Hope I see you around, maybe even when I’m not a patient.”
I never saw him again after that… Pretty happy about that too.
The Gift Giver
Okay, this is the last story, but by far the most wholesome one. Doing my rounds with the goodie cart as I called it, I met with one patient who had been in for a while because he had broken his leg. He was a nice guy, I would talk to him every time I saw him. We’d always have something to talk about. On the day he was leaving, he said:
“Y’know, I wish I could do something for you. You’ve been so nice to me and I wanna treat ya to something.”
I replied with the standard:
“I appreciate it, but I can’t accept any money or anything. You could make a donation to (My Boss) so you can help keep this program going so students can get jobs in medical early on.”
He gave a chuckle and said:
“Alright. If you say so”
About a week goes by since he’s checked out, and I’m doing a round with the goodie cart. I enter the floor the patient was on, and a nurse at the front desk says
“When you’re done, there’s something in Room ## (The patient’s room) for you.”
I thought someone might have had an overnight stay while I was off, so there might be unused supplies and such. So I go around to the rooms and finally reach that room. In there, there was a little basket with different candies, a store card for my phone, and a thank you card. Honestly, it was such a heartfelt moment that I shed a few tears. It was a good day. Hope the guy is doing alright.