Nurses put up with a lot. Depending on the patient's age, they have to deal w screamin' babies, scared adolescents, confused young adults, and adults that act like children.
Giving shots to kids, is not the funnest thing a nurse has to do. I should know. When I was 8 yrs old, I was gonna have surgery. A nurse was suppose to draw blood from my finger... The hell w that... I was terrified. It was a *NEEDLE* and they were wanting to take blood from me. That aint gonna happen!!! Not only did my mom try and hold me down. The nurse also called in 7 other nurses just to hold me still. I can laugh about the incident, *now*. But, back then, pure unadulterated terror. *POKE*... Then it was over, except the screamin'!!!
The next day, I was gonna have a double hip rotation to correct the way I walked. I was remembering the day before. I looked at my finger. I was imagining it still throbbin'. I got checked in by my folks and a nurse escorted me to my room. She asked a crapload of questions... Yeah, like I knew anything. Geez. Yet, she was pleasant. Not only in her tone of voice, but she wasn't that bad on the eyes either. Hey, I may have only been 8 yrs old, but I wasn't brain dead. Then the most terrifying thing happened. I got an erection when she started checkin' my blood pressure. I only had on that *FLIMSY* "hospital gown". My mom was behind the nurse, not able to see, thankfully. Yet, the nurse did. But, she didn't make any crude comment about it. She did however look at me and I could almost hear her say "it's OK...". She stood blocking my mom's view checking my heart with her stethoscope and using the otoscope to check my ears and eyes. My erection subsided... *THANKFULLY*.
She pulled out a razor and some sort of soapy mixture. She said that she needed me to spread my legs, so that she could shave the areas where the doctors were going to be operating on... Oh, great... the erection returned... I was thoroughly embarrassed.
Now, my mom was at my side and she saw the erection. She didn't say anything while the nurse was there. The nurse said, "It's ok... it happens. It's normal".
That's the first time I ever heard "normal" referring to something about *me*... Cool. I may not be as retarded as some docs had thought!!!
Then it was time for the surgery. I was given a shot in my butt. As long as I didn't see it, I was fine. *Lites out*.
***lites on*** Oh groggy. Oh... this is somethin' I don't like. There was a 36" bar between my ankles. The nurse was different. It was a guy. He sat down and chatted w me. He was cool. He checked out the sutures and asked if everything was OK. I said that I had pain in my heals. That went on for a long time. The nurse conveyed that msg to the doc. The doc, at the time, ignored my issues of pain. The doc said "Oh, that's normal". Yet, blood was pooling on the heel of the casts of both ankles.
I was grumpy and in pain for a long time. Yet, the nurses were the ones getting me thru. They came in every so often and instead of pokin' me in the butt, they put some stuff in the IV that I had... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
Finally, 8 weeks later the casts came off. Hey, my legs shriveled up. Yet, another nurse checked everything out before the doc came in the room. She asked if I had any questions. I gave her my list and she then gave it to the doctor.
Nurses r awesome... They deal w a lot of people and keep smilin'... Thanx to all the nurses out there;-)



