“His left side of his face is drooping!” exclaimed one nurse
last night as she saw the young, male inmate who requested to be seen by the
staff for his complaint of possible drug allergy.
The other male nurse, who initially accepted the phone call
from the unit was still looking at his status in the glowing computer monitor
and as he clicked on his booking photo, he yelled, “Oh! Don’t be alarmed guys!
His face was like that already!”
I stole a glance from where this nurse was and with the
enlarged photo, I saw there was no difference to the soggy cheek on the left
side of his face.
As I tried to get the medical chart, the other two nurses
were already surrounding him, asking him a lot of questions. He seemed shy.
Clear, dark skin despite the droopiness. His words were limited as his eyes
tried to maintain contact back and forth, aside from the two nurses, then, with
the prying eyes of the Infirmary Deputy. He must have felt embarrassment. From
all of those curious eyes. From those curious ears.
“I got it, you guys!” I volunteered to the other two nurses
as I went to work for 4 hours just to help out the night crew, knowing how
short they were. They had been asking me to come in whatever shifts I wanted.
“Are you sure?” asked the male nurse.
“Yeah! You’d be going home soon! It’s my turn!”
The whole time, the male inmate sat quietly. Without any
movement. His ears widely open. But his mouth was shut tight.
As my co-workers went back inside the Clinic, he noticed…It
was down to just him and I. He took a deep breath. I started asking him probing
questions about his symptoms. He said it was his first time to take those pills
for his Seizure. He felt itching on his left foot. Then, some burning all over.
I didn’t see any rash. He was not having trouble breathing.
“Sorry, Ma’am…” he uttered…
“I didn’t want to bother anyone,” he calmly added as he
bowed his head and looked down on the floor.
“Don’t apologize…You’re not bothering us. That’s why we’re
here 24 hours because anything can happen anytime. There is no silly symptom. I
might not see a rash now but if anything worse occurs later, you’re welcome to
complain and come back,” I reassured.
His face became more uneven as he tried to give me a smile.
He started talking about his droopiness on his cheek. He was shot when he was 9
years old that hit that nerve and paralyzed that side of his face. He said he
was lucky. That he was still able to see, eat, and talk. He appeared more
comfortable as I watched the calm rise and fall of his breathing. The redness on his
face went away. I knew…It was not the allergy. It was him being shy and being
intimidated by so many staff when he first walked in.
I told him that I still would put him to see the doctor in
the morning to make sure the new medications were not causing any problem. Or
if the order needed to be changed. He thanked me as he got up and slowly went
back to the long hallway that led to his unit.
How it related to one’s journey…Any weaknesses should never
stop one from complaining or by praying. There is no circumstance that should
prevent one from praying as a follower of Christ. If there are any distractions,
may one learn to ask by faith for His grace to drive those cares away. Not only difficult circumstances, but also
prayers drive away the spiritual enemies. If one doesn’t know what and how to
pray, that can also be brought to God:
Once Jesus was in a certain place praying. As he finished,
one of his disciples came to him and said, "Lord, teach us to pray, just
as John taught his disciples." – Luke 11:1 (NLT)
Wonderful post sis, love you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. This is lovely. I think praying to God is all about having a communication with Him with the uttermost respect. Even when we are angry we have to remain humble.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
I know you comforted that inmate. They are very blessed to have you. And the video was beautiful. Hope you are well. Blessings ~
ReplyDeleteRosel, I miss coming here. My connection in the office had been cut and now it's back.
ReplyDeleteHow I appreciate your compassion for the inmates as opposed to those intimidating attention from your
co-nurses. Praise God for the hands that give aid to those who need them at a time they are so desired.
They comfort.
Blessings to you and with your work.
You are a special child of God....you have amazing discernment.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you Rosel
ReplyDeleteRosel the difference in the tone of that encounter with the other two nurses and the tone when it was just you and the immate was seeing the touch of God in print. The man may not realize it but he was blessed to have you there...Jesus in skin....made me sad but happy at the same time to see God at work. Blessings wise hearted woman.
ReplyDeleteAs I read this I was thinking about how grateful I am that God does not want anything to keep us from Him. Then I thought about how your gracious attitude toward this inmate mirrors God's heart toward him.
ReplyDeleteIt never ceases to amaze me how far a wee bit of compassion & a tincture of love can go. The song, "Thank you for Praying" comes to mind when I consider this exchange. Someday you (and we) will see just how much such extravagances are cherished by God Himself.
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