I don't ordinarily have time for two posts in one day, but since the last one was short, I couldn't resist.
We encountered some really bad nurses on Wednesday, as I've already complained about. But since some of our best friends are in fact nurses--and I frequently remind them how important their job/ministry is--I thought we should give a little shout out that offers props to the nurses who were awesome this week ... and then mention one who probably shouldn't have worked two night shifts in a row.
Nancy--who promised Nate she'd come back with his meds every 2 hours ... and did.
Ben--who got me a chair/bed (along with a soda) within five minutes of me asking for a place to lay down.
Jackie--who always smiled.
Nameless Nurse With Soul--who hollered cat calls at Nate every time he did a slow lap around the fifth floor with his walker. Things like "Oooh, here comes Big Legs!" and "Run, Forrest! Run!"
Michael the OR nurse--because you couldn't ask to hang out with a nicer guy before going under the knife.
And then there was this one ...
"I'm having a really hard time getting to sleep," said Nate in the middle of the night, lying there in the hospital bed, with tubes coming out of him and about 18 staples in his gut.
"Oh, I hate it when that happens," said the nurse. "This one time, I had insomnia, for like three days in a row."
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Glad Nate's back home and I wish I could have been there for the cat calls.
Laying there at your most vulnerable, nurses can make all the difference. I'm glad you had some good ones. I would make a terrible nurse, but I would make an excellent cat caller.
I had a nurse in the hospital I stayed in after Jack's delivery who wore Captain Jack Sparrow jewelry and who would wax on poetically about the Captain while drawing my blood.
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