I got this great job
working at hospital. I really get to do something I enjoy. Taking care of
others has always been a passion. I work on one of the hardest floors, the
Cancer floor. We always have the same patients, and not a whole lot of them
make it. This makes my job hard in a lot of ways. Anyways I have seen my share
of death since I started here. I work at night shift.
Well at night it can
be a little creepy when you have to go to the morgue. One night myself and a
co-worker were taking someone down to the morgue. Now let me explain. Our
morgue is a little freezer box that is in the basement and smells horrible.
Plus it has a ramp to get into it. So she and I wheel the body down there and
we push it up the ramp and then we argue over who is going to push the body in.
Of course I lose so I swing the freezer door open push in the body and slam the
door shut. We start to fill out our paper work when we both look up at each
other. She says to me "did you here that"? I said "i think
so!" we both turn and look at the door. We both got cold chills and the
hair on our arms were standing straight up. It sounded like someone was crying
out help.. We froze turned looked at each other and ran out.
Half way down the
hall she asked if I really heard what she did? "Yea I did" I tell
her. So I was telling one of my friend's who is a nurse on our floor also the
story. She tells me that she has had similar things happen to her in the morgue
also... To this day I will not go alone, and try and get out of going at all...
We also have a
tradition on our floor. That when someone passes away we open the window so the
soul of that person is not trapped in the hospital to roam. I not making this
up it truly happened. If you don't believe me I don't care... I know and so
does everyone else who works there.
