I can't believe it's October. I can't believe that I haven't posted since July. There was a convergence of events (health, motherboard crash, heat and shift my focus on getting back to work) that required a lot of attention, thus I neglected my postings.
I'm still having pain from injuries sustained last fall. I'm back to work and I've faced the patient who assaulted me. The patient is still in bad shape, but cognizant enough to apologize. This person is not a killer or a criminal, just someone who was having a really bad day. I am grateful. I know, WTF? But considering some of the injuries sustained by coworkers, inflicted by people who express their intent to maim and kill, I am lucky. But, I've been questioning my own sanity in my choice to return to this environment.
One of the things I've noticed since I'm back at work is the number of my colleagues who are practicing Roman Catholics, mostly from Haiti, Latin America, and the Philippines.
I was surprised to see a scapula poking out of my colleagues' shirt. I said, "your scapula's showing" which seemed natural as breathing (flashback to high school?). She seemed amused and a bit awkward, and responded that she was trying to hide it. I smiled and put my hand on my chest " I hear you, no atheists in foxholes." She laughed and squeezed my arm.
Although I'm not RC, I was raised RC. As crazy as it seems, in times when I'm faced with sudden fear (like a deer jumping in front of the car on a dark night) , I might spit out a Hail Mary in Latin (thank you Dr. Fossa). I feel strong connection to Liberation Theology and the Catholic Worker Movement. Meaning, justice, collective work, and communal/ community experience that I sought, is present in this environment. So I'm sticking to it for a little while longer.