Just wanted to share a special moment that helped to remind me why I do what I do. I admitted a homeless, poorly controlled diabetic yesterday whose feet were... Well, you can imagine. I had a student who was excited to go through the admission process and hang fluids, give meds, etc which gave me the opportunity to focus more on the patient. Unable to assess whether the black spots on his feet were wounds, dirt, or a combination of both, I filled a basin with warm water and gently washed his feet. With a thick accent, broken English, and tears in his eyes, this sweet man repeated, "thank you" and "God bless you" as I washed, dried, and massaged his worn out feet with lotion. It was a humbling and intimate experience. I told him that Jesus washed the feet of his friends and so I considered it an honor to do the same. I left my shift renewed and reminded of how awesome it is to be a nurse.
