I want to tell you about so many different patients, so many amazing stories, but I'm tired and it's time for bed and I'm hoping to have the energy to tell you more stories tomorrow. For tonight though, I'm done.
I finished my last shift on the ward.
The hospital will officially close during the day on Friday. In small groups we're sending all of our patients home. Mostly healed. Some not quite. Some will need to do their own wound care. Some will go to a local hospital for wound care.
Already, B ward, my ward, has closed. Everyone transferred out this morning, or was discharged. C ward closed last week. A ward will close on Thursday. And D ward will close on Friday.
Tomorrow I will join the ever-increasing number of nurses on cleaning duty. Emptying wards, packing things aways safely, scrubbing everything down. Scanning charts into computers, shredding documents, unpacking containers, whatever jobs need doing to start preparing us for the sail. Here, we really learn to be flexible.
In the midst of this cleaning and packing are the plastics patients that I've gotten to know since September. Our long-term patients. All with little problems healing that have kept them here far too long. They are the ones we are praying over. For healing.