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

been the kind who kept her eyes down and her books close and tried to take up as little space as possible. She had never needed to remember me the way I needed to remember her.

I could only hope that was still true.

I checked her IV pump. I asked about her pain level and documented the score. I took her vitals and noted them in the chart. She answered continue reading …