Even broken flowers have their beauty

It is no secret that healthcare workers have a hard day, all over the world, in Norway too 🙂 These days a male nurse has been telling us stories about his days, which I guess is all fine – but somehow it comes out in a manner that provokes me. I have never been very happy about placing one job above an other, we all contribute in our way and no person is more important than the other – we are important as a team.

This male nurse tells us about incidents where he has been spat on, and where he has been called an idiot. Emphasizing his three-year long education, how he saves lives, and still he has to put up with this! I feel it is a sad world when not even healthcare personnel understand the desperation of the ones who actually spits on someone who is there to help them and call them an idiot.

Blomster-1-13lite                                     Even broken flowers have their beauty

I recall the times where I have behaved erratic, and all I know is that the level of desperation inside me has never been at greater heights than in those moments of time. I also know that when I was met with understanding and some patience, the stress level faded into the roots of what caused it, while when met with the kind of ignorance I read between the lines in these stories my desperation seemed to raise to even greater levels. I have yet to spit on someone, but I have no problem understanding the urge, and I figure that if the desperation is deep enough you spit.

Through your own experiences you get to understand others, let’s get some experience and use our wisdom wisely!

It is Wednesday – midweeks are good – i wish you all a great one 🙂



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