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.
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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.
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Some nights are like that. Some people are too !~!
You know, a friend of mine and I formulated this theory the other day that the whole shit magnet thing was just a myth, but instead, by way of divine intervention, the patients just end up with the nurse that can handle them. So, by this logic, you are just a badass nurse. Obviously.
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