I've always been a believer in angels. I know for a fact they exist and lead very busy lives helping out us mortals. These past several days I have met angel after angel in the ICU and PCU. There's one question I have asked them on several occasions.
How do you hide your wings while at work?
This question is usually met with a giggle; they don't realize what a serious question it is.
These young ladies and gentlemen have to be angels--they fit the profile.
As Kurt's condition was deteriorating, there was an angel with him reading his clipboard notes that worsened as his vision grew cloudy from the heavy sedation he was being given while he was on the ventilator. They "talked" and laughed, while, at the same time, she ministered great care to him. She anticipated his every need to make him comfortable and looked out for any signs that needed attention. She was by his side until he was given the paralytic.
Then came along another angel.
She worked the weekend shift and he was her patient. And, even though he was in no way responsive to anything going on in our world, she was caring, patient, and continually monitored every nuance that would help keep him alive during this remarkable process. Hers was the first voice he heard when the paralytic was switched off and she said his name. Those baby blues opened and we all, including our angel on duty, exhaled.
There are, of course, many more angels here, too. I could easily write endlessly about their kindness, their compassion, their intelligence, their attention to detail. He has had an array of lovely ladies and gentlemen nurses that have given him great respect in his critical condition. And, at the same time, they have fun--they are, after all, a bunch of kids about the same age as Kurt...in many cases only weeks separate their birthdays.
These angels of mercy do just about anything we ask of them, except for one thing...
I still don't know how they hide their wings.
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