As I walk into the trauma nursing station at 7pm, the doc looks over and groans. "Ugh, you're up here again? You're such a shit magnet."
Thanks, doc. Although...he was right. It was a hot mess of a night.
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.