As A Nurse I Was Assigned To Treat The Woman Who Made My Teenage Years Miserable

and not let it change the direction you’re moving in.

And now she was in Room 304, under my care, and I was going to do my job.

I checked her IV pump. I asked about her pain and documented the score. I took her vitals and noted them in the chart. She answered in clipped, minimal responses, each word rationed as if she were being charged for them. I kept continue reading …