After my clinical shift, I often feel depressed. Seeing what time and age can do to the body is a bit unsettling to me. At times when I am caring for my patient, the face that I see is often me. Knowing that time sprares no one I often wish time would slow down just a little. After leaving the hospital I have this sad feeling that comes over me. I think about these people who were once vibrant, young, and full of energy, now needing help to do what once came as second nature, and some needing total care fo their survival. I have seen shame and embarrasment in their eyes of as I clean them up, change their diapers, and prep them for bed. The total loss of autonomy eats at them like a cancer, with some knowing that they will never recover. I have had a few ornery patients that seem to be mad at the world and bitter at all that is young and youthful, and have wondered to myself why, but now understand with each passing clinical day. Aging can be both a blessing and a curse. Watching children and loved ones grow into adulthood can be priceless, but the pain and suffering brought on by old age can be depressing. Watching loved ones suffer and die is not my idea of a blessing. Sorry for the depressing thread, just wanted to vent.