Eleven years had passed.
I looked at her in awe and amazement while she sat down on her hospital bed.
She is still that lively and cheerful woman I knew.
Yet, she is already far from that new and clumsy nurse volunteer we both were when we applied in this hospital eleven years ago.
"Do you still remember about our pulse oximeter story?" She asked me while we talked about how we had been as new nurse trainees in this hospital.
I looked at her with closed brows while my thoughts drifted back to our first days of duty more than a decade ago.
I saw ourselves as staff nurses'buddies in a chaotic hospital.
l scene, tagging along our senior staff in attending patients in their different types of morbidities.
I saw ourselves running to and fro, pulling emergency carts and suction machines in trembling knees.
"Did you remember I was assigned to a dyspneic patient and was asked to get her oxygen saturation?"
We both laughed while recalling the incident.
She was assigned to a patient who was closely monitored and whose vital signs were going down below the acceptable line.
When asked about the percentage of oxygen saturation, she gave the heart rate instead.
The next thing we knew was that everyone was running to the assigned room of the patient.
I could still see her clearly in my mind as she was caught bewildered and guilty.
However, the medical team were all kind.
No harsh words nor blaming.
Neither grumbling nor deriding.
A touching scene that maintained the dignity of the erring one.
Something to draw courage and inspiration to learn fast and be a better nurse each day.
"The hospital where I worked now is one of the world's best.." her tone became serious.
"I feel secured here," she said.
We both got teary - eyed.