Well, it’s once again Nurse Appreciation Week.
Soon, many of you will be getting cards, catered lunches, and little goodie bags in your unit mail box.
And, of course, the healthcare community, by and large, will praise you for your hard work and dedication.
It is, I admit, nice to be recognized.
We work hard, mentally and physically. However, in the true spirit of Nurse Appreciation Week, I’m not going to pontificate whimsical platitudes and shower you with praise.
Instead, I’m just keepin’ it real.
As nurses, we inspire awe.
Yes, it’s true; we’re bona fide bad asses, the La Cosa Nostra of healthcare.
After all, we fight the ills of mankind, whether that be influenza or an acute MI, trudging through the trenches, or manning the frontlines.
We hastily answer Code Blues and Code Browns with relative ease and alacrity.
We quickly change bacteria-laden briefs without complaint, compliment or cognition, but instead hardwired automation.
We’re ninjas, surreptitiously cutting through dimly-lit rooms, swerving in and out of IV poles and bedside tables, aiming for that all too elusive overflowing urinal, impeding it from impending doom.
Our stomachs are steel, tempered from years of chunky pungent emesis, runny stools, and horrific traumas