While I was a little shaken by the events of last week, I have to admit, the whole thing has made me feel even more confident that nursing is my future.
I'm not talking about how damned attractive I realized some of the nurses are (this was after my brother was more or less fine, thank you very much). And I'm not talking about how, even in a highly stressful situation, I kept my cool and handled things.
Nope. I'm talking about how I apparently have a nurse's sense of humour.
My brother was out cold - dead to the world. The nurse came in, holding a chart.
"How's he doing?" she asked.
"Well, he's been better," I dead-panned. I've always been a fan of black humour.
Thought the poor girl was gonna choke on her gum, she was stifling laughter so hard.
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