"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"You know what I do recall? The nurse that stood in the bathroom with me and gave me a shower after my C-section. The nurse that was on the helicopter with my Mom the day she died and said she made sure she held her hand because even after she passed she didn't want her to be alone."
"My vocation, my skill, my calling, that thing that I’m good at will no longer be a thing... that kind of makes my job as a nurse obsolete in the hereafter."
I looked over at a physician I have worked closely with for over half a decade and asked, “do you think as a whole the patients are getting sicker?” It didn’t take him long to agree emphatically, “they sure are!”
