Sometimes, it seems like all we hear is the whining and complaining of people whom we can NEVER make happy. (Usually because we are withholding narcs, but that's another story). And although I don't do this for praise, an attagirl every now and then is appreciated. But they are few and far between. Just knowing that some people recognize the effort that you put forth to care for and about them...it makes a lot of the daily crap a little more bearable.
Well, I got two today! A box of dark chocolates from a patient at her postpartum visit with a very nice note. And then a call from the patient advocate at the hospital. Usually those calls mean someone is pissed off and let Press-Gainey know it. But not this time! A patient took the time to write this long, handwritten letter about her birth experience and how wonderful it was, how caring we all were to her and her stillborn child, and how she will never go anywhere else for her care.
So even though I'm delirious from lack of sleep, I'm feeling good. Stupid, I know, but it doesn't take much.