Finding amazing nurse’s aides to help you make your full recoveries, and, through this, the relationships you had became more than just employee/employer, you’d become, like friends, and that, is the ideals of how the interactions with the foreign nurse’s aides should be, translated…
My in-laws were getting older, plus they both had progressive diseases, it was, difficult, taking care of them, so, we’d always had the nurse’s aides to help us. But, until I’d gotten ill myself, did I finally realize, how much the migrant workers had, given to the ones they’d looked after. And, that sense of passions, only my own mother can show, in my memories.
Seven years ago, I’d started getting dizzy, and, became bedridden for close to a month, back then my nurse’s aide, Tina, she’d often sat by my bed, and, patted my chest like calming a child, and, as she’d patted me, she’d, started, humming the tunes from her own country. She’d told me, that back when she was a child and fell ill, her mother would sing the song for her, and, the meaning of the song is prayers and blessings.
Because when I moved about, I’d, gotten too dizzy, other than not daring to move around, I’d lost all my appetite, but, Tina had, brought the foods she’d prepared to me, and, fed me, bite by bite. And, actually, I couldn’t eat anything, but, to thank her, I’d, taken the spoonful of foods. As I’d taken a bite, she’d clapped for me, and said, “Good job! Good job!”, being middle aged, I’d found that love, that feeling of being taken care of, in a migrant worker, I’d, cried.
Three years ago when I was hospitalized for my surgery, the day I’d returned home, the migrant worker, Julie ushered me in (because Tina went back home after she’d done her six years). As we climbed up the second floor, she’d, insisted on carrying me on her back, and, told me to relax, that she would, never allow me to fall.
That evening, I’d gotten up to go to the bathrooms, and, maybe it was, how I hadn’t, fully recovered from my surgeries, I’d, passed out, and thankfully, she’d, found me. The very next day, Julie took along a mat, and a quilt, and started, camping out in my room. In the nights, as I’d, turned, she’d gotten up and asked if I needed to go to the bathrooms.
Julie would also give me “scratches”, her giving me “scratches” was a massage, at first, I’d, told her I didn’t need it, but, she’d hollered to me, “Let me do it, I’m really good at it!”, as she’d massaged me, she’d, nagged me about how thin I was, and, encouraged me to eat more. And after she was done, giving me a massage, she’d asked me, “Miss, do you feel better?”
I’m old enough, to be Julie’s mother, but she’d, looked after me, like a good mother would, how can I not be moved by her?
These two migrant workers who’d become my friends, didn’t care about the add-on to their workload, only hoped, that I can, make my recoveries soon, the warmth they’d shown to me, will forever be, in my heart.
And, this, is a wonderful relationship you’d, shared with your nurse’s aide, and it’s because you’re lucky enough, to have two wonderful ladies who worked as your nurse’s aides, to help you recover from your illness, but, not all employers are lucky, to have good and kind-hearted migrant workers working for them.