More to follow, once I'm rested and up for posting.

One day I woke up and realized I'm not a baby nurse anymore. I'm not even a young nurse. I'm a real adult who has now been doing this for years, and I'm definitely expected to know what I'm doing at all times. And that's fucking terrifying.

1 comment:
I'm glad to hear you weren't killed by John Brown's wax figure.
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