posted on Jan, 24 2008 @ 06:47 PM
Ed McMann doesn't seem to be able to find my house so I just keep working until he shows up. Blast that man! Where is he?
Nurses are the only people on the planet who ask to see your poop and applaude when you're able to produce one. We are the only people on the planet
who stare shamelessly at total strangers in an elevator just because we happened to notice that they have a big, juicy 18 gauge vein in their hand.
We are the only people who can carry on lively conversations about necrotic bowel dressing changes while eating our lunch. We are the only creatures
on earth who can go for an entire 12 hour shift without emptying our bladders even though we've had 2 pots of coffee.
I have seen more naked hiney than most rock stars. I'm immune to the sight. I once had some nut job flash me in the street. In my typical nurse
mode, I casually observed that he had no jaundice or cyanosis, no edema or vericose veins. It wasn't until several moments after he ran off that I
realized I'd been flashed.
Nursing isn't a job. It's not even a career. It's a lifestyle. My children all know advanced cardiac life support protocols because I run codes
in my sleep. During a quiet moment between tender snippets of pillow talk, nestled in my lovers arm, I have been known to listen for bruits over his
carotid. Pathetic, I know, but it's not something you can turn off at the end of the day.
It's an abusive profession that will use you up, burn you out and throw you away. Yes, it pays the bills, but there are days (most of them) in which
it doesn't matter how much they pay you...it's not worth it. If I can last a year and a half, I'll be totally debt free and then I can pursue some
money-making venture that I WANT to do.
OP, I agree. Work sucks!