Is it just a job??

[MaD HaTTeR]

I take the syringe out of its locked container. I remove the cap, hold it up to the light, I flick the glass with my middle finger and watch as the air bubbles scurry to the top. I slowly push the air out, a little tiny drop of moriphine balances on the tip of the needles bevel. I turn around, moriphine and alcohol pad in hand. I look at her for a moment, feet purple and cold. He hands filled with fluid. I watch as her chest struggles to rise and fall, the rattle of fluid filling in her chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head, but slightly open so I could see the whites of her eyes. I pull back the sheet, just enough to show her left thigh. I clean an area with an alcohol pad and quickly insert and inject. I then pull the sheet back in its place.....she lets out a quiet moan....I take her hand and hold it in mine and look at her in silence for a moment, one long moment ::sighs:: because I know that she will be gone by tomarrow when I arrive to work at 3pm.....
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~ Lindsay
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. Dr. Seuss
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Tell me did you sail across the sun, did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded and that heaven is overrated tell me, did you fall for a shooting star, one without a permanent scar and did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there - Train
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[Dagny]

What an awesome way you described it sweetie! You've put it perfectly down on paper, and it's such a hard thing to describe.
It has to be just a job for 99.9% of each shift darling. Otherwise how would we know to come back the next day?? We are surrounded in one day by more pain, suffering, crying and emotional turmoil than most people experience in a lifetime. While each death is mourned for years by so many, we must watch dozens go by without flinching, and trying not to remember their names and their faces.
We are the gatekeepers to the other side... and we have to keep close to one another so that we don't cross into madness. My heart is with you tonight girl, and love is stronger than the image of her face you hold with you. Tomorrow the sun will rise, and we'll still be here.

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The space between the tears we cry, is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more.