Wednesday, April 13, 2011

in a crisis you need a nurse...

  • A nurse came with me when I had to have a tooth extracted. I knew that if the oral surgeon had trouble getting in the IV, she could help. If I tried to die, I knew she'd revive me. I knew I was safe because that nurse was there.

  • She drove me home after the procedure and tucked me into a recliner with an ice pack against my jaw. She was my guardian angel that day.

  • I felt safe, cared for, and validated as an individual. I knew I could get knocked out, and she'd bring me back.

  •  I knew she was smart, capable, and compassionate. I trusted her with my life.

  •  I didn't even care that she laughed at me when I was loopy. I laughed too.

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