It wasn’t until the end of my freshman year that I began to …show more content…
The first time I entered a patient room on the cardiac care floor, I was terrified. The butterflies in my stomach could have carried me right out the window. My only task was to pour water into squeaky Styrofoam cups and leave them on the bedside table, next to the Grinch colored Jello. The patients should have been the ones with butterflies, considering the majority of them were undergoing or had undergone a life-altering heart procedure. These people, most elderly, could be in the last years or months of their lives so why would a small cup of tap water make a difference? It wasn’t the tap water at all when I look back on it; it was the fact that I had taken time out of my day to come to a place that smelled of rotten cheese and spam; I had no obligation to be there. The small talk with old ladies