Gorgeous poem and observations. When I was a young nurse in the hospital we seldom gloved our hands. They were our tools of caring and to cover them was discouraged. We were even told that gloves would make the patient feel uncomfortable about their bodies. This was the time just before the emergence of AIDS, when it all changed. Safety was prioritized and rightfully so, but it took the art out of caring...
Gorgeous poem and observations. When I was a young nurse in the hospital we seldom gloved our hands. They were our tools of caring and to cover them was discouraged. We were even told that gloves would make the patient feel uncomfortable about their bodies. This was the time just before the emergence of AIDS, when it all changed. Safety was prioritized and rightfully so, but it took the art out of caring...
why I smile & wave to people as I walk past them...
Devin, Beautiful dive into the wonders of touch. D
thank you!