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

One afternoon a CNA named Marcus came in to check her blood sugar. She chatted with him pleasantly, made a small self-deprecating joke about hospitals, thanked him warmly when he left. Marcus grinned and said she was one of the nicer patients on the floor that week, and I said something agreeable, and the door closed behind him.

She looked me over. continue reading …