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

precisely, as if she had rehearsed the words. “I’ve already spoken to Dr. Stevens.”

“About what?”

She tilted her head in the patient way of someone explaining something obvious to someone slow. “About the way you’ve been treating me. Of course.”

“I’ve treated you appropriately throughout your stay.”

“You’ve been rough. Adjusting things harder than necessary.continue reading …