Manicure Sundays
September
21
For two Sundays in a row at work, I’ve found myself clipping and cleaning the fingernails of elderly patients who have been doing unspeakable things with their hands. And I’m not talking about picking their nose. Such a simple and desperately necessary task, and yet it had been left undone day after day after day.
It’s really hard to imagine using the terms “patient advocate” or “anointed” when it comes to giving a manicure, but the moment was exactly both. I decided to step over a line, both externally and internally, that was drawn in places I did not like.
I will not let my need for approval get in the way of the care I give.
I will not let callouses form on my heart.
cecilia
Kalanna
Holli
