Nurse Ratched

I met Nurse Ratched last week. Oh my gosh!!! She was scary. We were dropping off a patient so while my partner was getting the patient situated in his room, I went to find the nurse to give report. She was standing in the hall when we came in, but didn’t say a word to me so I didn’t realize it was her I needed to talk to. I went up to the front desk and asked the clerk who the nurse assigned to our patient was and they pointed to Mardi.

I walked back down the hall again, said hello to Mardi, and asked politely if she was the nurse assigned to Room 132. She looked at me with eyes ablaze (felt my eyebrows singe a little) and said, “Yeah!” I smiled again, pretending not to notice the smell of burning eyebrows and asked if she wanted report. With gritted teeth, she said, “I guess so.” I gave her my best smile and proceeded with report. In the middle of it, she stops me and says, “I don’t need to know that.” Her gravelly voice curt and abrupt. I think I saw a forked tongue retreat in her mouth.

My level of annoyance suddenly goes up. I am now thinking, Well, the reason I am telling you that his heart rhythm was irregular is because he might just pass out on you and you might want to know some reasons why he did that. The reason I’m telling you that he needs oxygen when he exerts himself is so you are not surprised when he turns blue after walking down the hall like he is insisting on doing without your help. Instead, I gave her another smile and said, “I’m sorry. I just thought you might want to know all this since you are going to be taking care of him.” Ah, yes. The art of sarcasm is a fine one, indeed. I think she wanted to wring my neck for that, but the patient’s family was watching.

I would hate to be her patient all day.

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[Big Dave]

She not mean she is a dee dee dee. LOL....