02/06/2020
I suspect it is hard to love a health care worker. We get up early, we come home late or may have night shifts and are too tired to cook. We miss weekend events, holidays, birthdays. We don't get too excited over a minor cough or cold, we have seen far worse. We don’t always want to talk when we come home, we have talked all day. We don't always want to move when we come home, we have moved all day. It may seem that we have left all of our caring, our heart, and our love at work, and have come home to you empty, we probably have. I guess it is hard to love a health care worker, but know this: we still need your love. We need your understanding. We need to know that you “get it". We need to be the one taken care of every once in a while. We need someone else to take charge of the details because constantly doing everything ourselves is exhausting. Sometimes we need our feet rubbed. We need a shoulder to cry on when we can't even tell you why we’re grieving. We need you to do the hardest work you may ever take on, which is...to love a health care worker.
I would like to thank those of you out there who love them and let us do this work, this calling, this life: care work ❤️ 🏥💊💉😊🚑
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