Blabber, babble, and such

In the struggles I am having personally, I look to the patients I see for inspiration.

As a nurse practitioner student, I question and question and question, especially when rounding in the nursing home. We ask a million-and-one questions to get a million-and-one truths. My preceptor see mainly folks over the age of 40 with numerous disease states and he becomes entwined in their lives and health. Most of these folks are salt of the earth war heroes who walk with a sense of pride and composure America will never see again.

They don't divorce their wives when the going gets tough, they admit defeat and own up to their actions (even if it means one more medication or one more educational lecture). They made it through hell, separation, and post-traumatic stress. Yet, they always stood by one another.

My generation does not have that. We care about ourselves, the instant, the right-now. I would blame technology, but I think our morals have changed for the worst.

I am blabbering. It brings pride and empathy when I hear the overwhelming devotion and love so many elderly couples have for one another. I want that. I know that can still exist in this generation.

I really want to blabber about the new healthcare bill, but I think refinding love is more important.