The first thing about the geriatric ward is the sharp stench of urine and other bodily wastes. It hits you and tries to knock you out, so hopefully, you don't stay long enough for the second thing: old, dying people.
But you have to.
And you learn that 8 am feels likes 6pm and Friday feels exactly like Tuesday did. And that it doesn't take much to do the things you once thought you'd never be able to do without flinching. And that you can love someone who doesn't even know your name. And that hope is a thing with feathers.
(Today is a good day, though. Two of the beds were 'turned over', and it was because the occupants were discharged (: )
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keep your chin up :) it's good work you're doing
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