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As the world turns
May. 20th, 2003 06:10 amMy wife had her procedure yesterday afternoon. The nurses who assisted were the same nurses we used to work with on the telemetry floor when we were first starting out. The recovery room RN was the first nurse I ever precepted. He was 19 at the time. Now he is all grown up and has a couple of kids.
After the procedure, they admitted Arlina to the same floor we all used to work on. The first time I ever spoke to her was at the medicine cart across from the room she was admitted to yesterday.
We had worked together for a few months, but had never spoken. One day I asked her a question about an ethical dilemma concerning one of my patients. I was just out of nursing school, when almost everything was an ethical dilemma (at least for me--I was way too serious back then). I don't recall what she told me, but I remember being affected in some way by how she said it. A year passed before I finally asked her out.
We had been going out for about 6 months before anyone in the hospital found out about it. No one on the unit had a clue. One evening we had gone out to dinner and were walking back to my car, holding hands. Just as we passed a laundromat, one of the nurses we worked with walked out and saw us. "Hey you guys, why are you holding hands?" By the next day, everyone knew. There are no secrets in hospitals.
That same nurse was one of the ones who assisted in the procedure yesterday. When I walked back down to the ICU yesterday evening, I was engulfed in hugs--everybody knew what was going on. There are no secrets in hospitals.
After the procedure, they admitted Arlina to the same floor we all used to work on. The first time I ever spoke to her was at the medicine cart across from the room she was admitted to yesterday.
We had worked together for a few months, but had never spoken. One day I asked her a question about an ethical dilemma concerning one of my patients. I was just out of nursing school, when almost everything was an ethical dilemma (at least for me--I was way too serious back then). I don't recall what she told me, but I remember being affected in some way by how she said it. A year passed before I finally asked her out.
We had been going out for about 6 months before anyone in the hospital found out about it. No one on the unit had a clue. One evening we had gone out to dinner and were walking back to my car, holding hands. Just as we passed a laundromat, one of the nurses we worked with walked out and saw us. "Hey you guys, why are you holding hands?" By the next day, everyone knew. There are no secrets in hospitals.
That same nurse was one of the ones who assisted in the procedure yesterday. When I walked back down to the ICU yesterday evening, I was engulfed in hugs--everybody knew what was going on. There are no secrets in hospitals.
