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

her pillow, she said “Can you not tug like that?” in a pained voice, though I had barely shifted it. When I flushed her IV, she flinched with an elaborate wince before I even connected the syringe, and exhaled through her nose with the careful forbearance of someone in pain being handled carelessly, though I had done nothing different than I did for continue reading …