Long post but I have included senator Walsh’s email. If you have ever been helped, hugged, comforted by a nurse…even if she just played a round of cards with you lol, please email her and let her know what nurses really do! It’s been 4 years since I hung up my stethoscope. Being able to work in network marketing gave me the opportunity to take care of my mom while she fought hard and unfortunately just a couple months ago lost with an unfair opponent…cancer. It allowed me to watch my boys grow. But once a nurse, always a nurse, I keep my license active and will always be proud of the 12 years I worked my @$$ off at the bedside of the sick, hurt and dying.
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Never once did I play cards! I tried to find a photo of me in scrubs to share but guess what… even with 12 years of wearing them I must have been to busy playing cards to take any photos. This was all I could find. Royal blue scrubs, stethoscope around my neck, smile on my face because I was headed to work to do what I love…help others! See the empty car seat in the back, I spent a lot of time away from my kids to fulfill my passion…that passion wasn’t playing cards I can assure you that! Yes, I heard Senator Maureen Walsh’s comment about “nurses playing cards while working”. And how the nurse to patient ratio can be higher.
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I gotta be honest, as a nurse I think it’s time we take responsibility for this comment. You see, it’s our fault she thought this, have you ever seen a nurses “poker face”? It’s one of a kind. So of course Maureen Walsh has to assume you only get a poker face that good by playing cards all the time. So Maureen please let me clear this up for you. We didn’t get this poker face by playing cards, but we did get it by the hands we were dealt. Sometimes we are dealt a lifeless baby, blue with no pulse. Mom is in panic. As extreme as this may sound, don’t worry Maureen we have been dealt this hand before, and guess what?
We use our poker face and we look mom right in the eyes, hold her hand, let her sob on our shoulder and we say “it’s going to be ok”. Sometimes (like in the case of my dad) we are dealt the hand of a lung CT who’s results are from a father and newly a grandfather. We were hoping those CT results would come back as pneumonia but instead we saw the word “mass” and that patient/father/grandfather is now diagnosed with cancer and only 6 more months to live. So we pull the only wild card we got; we bluff…and we bluff so damn hard. We laugh, we joke with him, remind him only the good die young so he is going to live forever, and we get him comfortable for the night because we know how the cards are going to eventually fall.