Don't Curse the Nurse!

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Thursday night dinner with a nurse

“Hello. I’m here.”

“Honey, she’s here. Ooh, subs from Jersey Mikes!”

“Yeah, at the last minute my plans to cook went south.”

Salad packaging opened, subs unwrapped — minutes of silence a sign of a well-made choice.


“Mmm, good choice.”

“Thanks. Hey. Did I tell you? Seven vials. Seven vials to find out what all I’m allergic to.”


“Fourteen what?”

“My last lab draw. Fourteen vials.”

“Oh.” His sandwich looked better than mine, at least juicier. Always picking turkey is getting old.

“Could I have a little slice? Yeah, there you go. Thanks.”


Almost full. Saved room for dessert.


Where’d she go?”

“Getting the mail.”


“There you are. Sit down. Did I show you what the cat did? Some do selfies. I document injuries.

“Yep. Saw the bruise and the swelling.”

“Um…oh…what’s that? You two got Guiac tests in the mail?” Solicitous mail for finding blood in stool — I have to turn sixty-five before I can have a free Guiac test…

“They’re always coming up with ways to get us to go to the doctors more often.” She gave her classic eye roll.

“Give me the mail then. My diarrhea issue is not resolved. Hey. New Subject — how was the MRI?”

“Amazing having an open MRI! Space on each side. Still louder than hell, but you don’t feel like you’re shoved in a tube.”

The one for my back wasn’t long ago. Yes, loud. Ear plugs helped little.

“When is your results appointment?”

“Two weeks”

“I want to go.”

“No, it’s fine. You don’t need to go.”

I pulled my phone from my purse and set a reminder.

Some things don’t wait for Thursday.




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Nurse On The Loose

There are times when I’m not a very nice nurse and I’m not apologetic about it. It usually involves my family.

Case in point: As I dropped off my Mom and Dad at the ER entrance last night, I told my Dad to let the vomit land on the floor — he’d get taken back sooner.

When he was being seen by the triage nurse and a little too weary  to answer the questions as quick as they came, I gave the nurse my Eat $#%! and Die stare. I was ready to let my Mom loose on her.

Then, as he  sat with a headache bringing him close to tears, I casually mentioned to the receptionist that his pressure was close to 200/100 and asked if the triage nurse could recheck his pressure. I wanted her to roll a portable machine out to him, the goal being to emphasize that he needed monitoring. It worked. The triage nurse came out  with a wheelchair and took him to room 16.

Once he was seen by a physician, my Mom and I tag teamed hovering at the doorway ( she more than me – she’s inquisitive by nature). We stared at each medical person that walked by. I know this is annoying because I’ve been on the other side of it. Oh well…

It was an allergic reaction to a Betadine eye wash post an ophthalmic injection.

He is fine now.

I would say and do all the same things again in a heart beat.


Chen Song Ping

Cancer, Mental Health, Women, Nurse


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