Nurse Molly

I have mentioned my revelatory *You*-Are-The-Nurse experience at some point 'round here and today my Community Health instructor said, "You're ALWAYS a nurse." And she meant that even wandering the aisles of the grocery store or flossing your teeth alone in the mirror or dancing like a madwoman/man under a gibbous moon you're a nurse. It...doesn't...go...away. People always approach my mom

(Have I mentioned that my mom has been a nurse for longer than I have been a person? Yes. It's true.)

and they say, "I have this rash..." And it's ALWAYS a rash. Always. And no one knows what the heck that rash is, not even your board certified dermatologist. So, my mom always says, "It looks like a rash." And ALWAYS being a nurse is kind of like ALWAYS being a mom. And this comes back around to Nurse Mom, too. I called my mom one afternoon a while back and asked her some sort of question you'd ask your regular old nurse-or-not-nurse mom like "How do I get a stain out of...?" or "What ingredients are in homemade baking powder again?*" and she answered and I realized she had been sleeping and I felt bad, but she's ALWAYS a mom and that's what moms do: they know, they answer, they try not to visibly flinch.

And I've lost the point.

My friend and fellow Student Nurse R.A. says to me re: Community Health, "I have to make all of these calls to doctors for my clients and I don't even have time to call a doctor for myself." And that's it. She hit the nail on the head for me with the whole Community Health thing. We're out there helping our clients get their stuff together and we're barely keeping it together ourselves. And another thing my CH instructor said today: "I wish someone would come to my house and tell me what to do."

But I am enjoying my clients for all their quirks and charm. I am beginning to feel like I'm making some headway, like I have a plan and it's a good plan even if that plan will go nowhere because, well, it's hard to change even in small ways. Shoot, I've only been the way I am for a handful of decades and now I'm asking DogStink fella to walk for ten minutes a couple of times a week. Did I pick on his daily bacon habit? Nope. Did I wag finger at the soda? Didn't TOUCH it. I told him that he needs to add one more piece of fruit to his diet every day. Let's see...And then we can talk bacon.

So, above, I found that on this site, Tiny Pineapple there are a ton of cheesy nurse romance covers there. Check it out!

* Homemade baking powder: sift together 1/4 cup cream of tartar with 2 Tablespoons of baking soda. Now sift it again. Tada!