Farmer's Vision
Earlier in January, when Mom was Hospitalized due to stroke, Dad shared his thoughts in the midst of uncertainty. He talked about his experiences: riding in the Ambulance, seeing Mom get treatment in the ER, spending the night while She rested in the Critical Care Unit. While Mom had professional supervision, we shared time together in the visitor waiting area. Recalling moments when our family experienced Life-Threatening events - I think this is the first time I've seen Mom in a state of helplessness. It scared me as much as anyone, but I couldn't help but wonder what went on in Dad's mind.
The afternoon that they spoke to emergency response, the only people present with Mom were Dad and Myself. I remember Dad saying he originally wanted Me to ride the Ambulance with Mom. When they arrived, the EMT's and I agreed it would be better for Dad to stay by her side. Imagine though, seeing your life-long-partner grow weaker by the minute, solely relying on their team to save a life. I don't blame Dad for not knowing the terminology they used, but I realized he was equally helpless as Mom. With no training or medical expertise, Dad had to absorb all the information and wait on their instructions.
Later that evening, when my siblings and I reunited with Dad, he commented that he imagined me as one of the Technicians helping Mom get treatment. His vision of me working within the Hospital was hopeful, encouraging, flattering even. I've only been a Pharmacy Technician for the last few years, but I've yet to work inside a Hospital-Pharmacy. I can only imagine how the conditions are that much different than working in Retail-Pharmacy settings. Maybe Dad's right and I should pursue work in the Hospital; maybe I'd be more successful in a team behind closed doors than working a storefront.
I don't mean to limit myself in this career; believe me, I try not to. Looking for a job where I can grow and flourish has been nothing short of challenging. There's still so much for me to learn; processing prescriptions, how compounds and infusions are handled, the list goes on. Then I think, maybe my failed devotion to this field has garnered poor efforts. I successfully completed continued education requirements to renew my licensure, but what's experience worth without practice? I refuse to believe the work I've completed has been done in vain. I would hope others don't view my path as failure either - I wouldn't want to discourage anyone's hopes for me. For now, I'm working on making more dreams become reality.
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References:
http://puremystery.livejournal.com/163418.html - Distressed Tigress
http://puremystery.livejournal.com/150533.html - Taming the Animals
The afternoon that they spoke to emergency response, the only people present with Mom were Dad and Myself. I remember Dad saying he originally wanted Me to ride the Ambulance with Mom. When they arrived, the EMT's and I agreed it would be better for Dad to stay by her side. Imagine though, seeing your life-long-partner grow weaker by the minute, solely relying on their team to save a life. I don't blame Dad for not knowing the terminology they used, but I realized he was equally helpless as Mom. With no training or medical expertise, Dad had to absorb all the information and wait on their instructions.
Later that evening, when my siblings and I reunited with Dad, he commented that he imagined me as one of the Technicians helping Mom get treatment. His vision of me working within the Hospital was hopeful, encouraging, flattering even. I've only been a Pharmacy Technician for the last few years, but I've yet to work inside a Hospital-Pharmacy. I can only imagine how the conditions are that much different than working in Retail-Pharmacy settings. Maybe Dad's right and I should pursue work in the Hospital; maybe I'd be more successful in a team behind closed doors than working a storefront.
I don't mean to limit myself in this career; believe me, I try not to. Looking for a job where I can grow and flourish has been nothing short of challenging. There's still so much for me to learn; processing prescriptions, how compounds and infusions are handled, the list goes on. Then I think, maybe my failed devotion to this field has garnered poor efforts. I successfully completed continued education requirements to renew my licensure, but what's experience worth without practice? I refuse to believe the work I've completed has been done in vain. I would hope others don't view my path as failure either - I wouldn't want to discourage anyone's hopes for me. For now, I'm working on making more dreams become reality.
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References:
http://puremystery.livejournal.com/163418.html - Distressed Tigress
http://puremystery.livejournal.com/150533.html - Taming the Animals