I tell ya, there is really nothing like wearing a brand spanking new set of scrubs to work, and having your first patient be an ortho requiring much splinting. Forty minutes and a lot of plaster later, and I'm covered from head to toe in splashies.
Including my boob.
Yeah, I accidentally leaned too close and an armful of plaster smacked right into the 'ol funbag. Good times. Especially since I had to walk around the next 11 hours looking like I just had a toss in the hay with Dr. Gypsum. I'd tell you that everyone respected me and politely ignored the mildly awkward situation, but that would be a total lie...
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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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Many of the photos showing mundane things are ones I took. As for memes and other google picture search images, I've been horribly bad at photo crediting - I will be attempting to go back through and properly credit things or remove them if I can't. But rest assured, ain't no real patient pictures up here, folks.
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Many of the photos showing mundane things are ones I took. As for memes and other google picture search images, I've been horribly bad at photo crediting - I will be attempting to go back through and properly credit things or remove them if I can't. But rest assured, ain't no real patient pictures up here, folks.
While I appreciate those reading the blog, I don't advertise for any website. I can only be responsible for my own opinion, and thus politely decline any offer to "host a post" or otherwise advertise something not written by me...But thanks anyway!
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1 comment:
Similar story. While re-filling tube feeding bag the other night I splashed some on my "fun bags" and didn't know it. I returned to the nurse's station where I was greeted with "you must be lactating..".
PS- fat stains, and requires purchase of new scrubs. When they arrive, I'll keep a sharp look out for Dr Plaster!!!
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