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Monday, January 24, 2011

Therapy

It doesn't matter if I feel it or not.
It's all about the paper work now,
No one asks me, "Whom did you help today?"
It doesn't matter if I healed or harmed,
As long as I write it correctly.

But now and then,
Just often enough to stimulate the reward centers in my cynical brain
Just often enough to keep the addiction to making a difference alive
I know.  And I feel it again.

5 comments:

  1. our work does help even if it is not acknowledge...just keep on smiling. Happy potluck!
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  2. Fay's Too said...
    I so wish I had very wise and comforting words to say. Hugs.


    Thank you for the kind words you left on My Heart Is Heavy.

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  3. This rings true to me...in my almost 50 years of nursing, this is just what happened. The fact that you feel the frustration is a good sign.

    http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/boundaries-jingles-poetry-potluck/

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