Hospitals have child life specialists for the pediatric floors. I wonder if an adult said my inner child needs a child life specialist if they would send someone?
I could never be a doctor, or much less a surgeon! I would most likely sit in my office, pour over your charts, talk to your family to see how you're really doing, then come to visit with you before the procedure. That's where I'd fail. I'd come in, shake your hand and begin to discuss your upcoming procedure. But then, while holding your hand, I'd look into the most beautiful eyes on the planet, see a smile so full of love and joy it makes my heart leap! That's it, over the top, completely in love and about as articulate as a bowl of oatmeal. So I begin to babble, speaking of things that have nothing to do with anything, "did I turn off the stove?"..." do I own a stove?" "Look, a tree!"...but I can't get you off my mind, I'm ruined, worthless, a puddle. I guess at that point you'd be my only patient, my focus, but maybe it's just my wacky brain trying to tell you how much I care. I love you, you never ever fail to captivate me with your wonderful words and thoughts. My thoughts and prayers are your's, dear dear friend. 🙏🥰😘😘😘
Ugh! That all sounds so frustrating!!
Hospitals have child life specialists for the pediatric floors. I wonder if an adult said my inner child needs a child life specialist if they would send someone?
I could never be a doctor, or much less a surgeon! I would most likely sit in my office, pour over your charts, talk to your family to see how you're really doing, then come to visit with you before the procedure. That's where I'd fail. I'd come in, shake your hand and begin to discuss your upcoming procedure. But then, while holding your hand, I'd look into the most beautiful eyes on the planet, see a smile so full of love and joy it makes my heart leap! That's it, over the top, completely in love and about as articulate as a bowl of oatmeal. So I begin to babble, speaking of things that have nothing to do with anything, "did I turn off the stove?"..." do I own a stove?" "Look, a tree!"...but I can't get you off my mind, I'm ruined, worthless, a puddle. I guess at that point you'd be my only patient, my focus, but maybe it's just my wacky brain trying to tell you how much I care. I love you, you never ever fail to captivate me with your wonderful words and thoughts. My thoughts and prayers are your's, dear dear friend. 🙏🥰😘😘😘