Our new favorite commentor Allie sent us this photo form her archives from when she was a young student nurse. Here she was getting ready with her friends for her date with this clean cut young fellow named Richie from Chicago who was a merchant seamen. But unfortunately he didn't show up. Why. Well we don't want to speckulate. So to speak.
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Needs a "whose that Dick" tag
Will this be serialized?
Yeah the serial would be killer. Just sayn'
You slay me.
All that hard work at the shop is taking a toll on your avatar.
God, Trooper, now your going to make me have nightmares.
Yes, yes, I know. You're.
Speck schmeckt gut.
Jah, Ich weiss, ich bin hungrich.
I am just feeling a lot older lately.
Plus soon everyone will know what I look like so I want to not shock anybody.
Trooper, we may be old , but doesn't mean we can't still kick some ass.
They need to expose their tits more.
More tits is always better.
I have to admire Titus' quest for the perfect rack--its good that a man kinows what he likes.
The nurses hats were sacrosanct when I hung out w/ good Catholic girl nursing students. The capping ceremony was a big deal. I'm sure Allie can remember waaaay back to her capping ceremony
Nurses are hot. Number 1 being nurses they know what's what. Number 2 there's something about those white uniforms.
Number 3 so what's the project, Troop? I'm ready to be a limited (very limited) partner no questions asked.
Waaaaay back in 1974, Nick. The Capping and Pinning ceremony was beautiful. The uniforms depicted in this picture were almost exactly like our student nurses uniform, that we all hated with a vengeance. Sister Teresa Marie, made sure our hems were at 1 inch below knee level and whoa unto those of us who tried to raise it.
email me ric at trooperkirbyyork@live.com and I will tell you.
We are a couple of days away from the official announcement but I can give you a preview if you are interested.
Allie that is a great story. If you want to share a little more I would headline it in a post. I find it very interesting.
Clinical rotations were stressful to say the least. We did our Peds rotation at St. Mary's pediatric burn unit. We were given some idea of what to expect from Sister Jo, but nothing could've prepared a young student nurse for the sounds and smells of the unit.
First day, we walked onto the unit during the debreding time, the kids were put in tubs of water, after their dressings were removed , to soften up the dead skin so it could be removed. The screams alone, that emanated from those debreding rooms was enough to send a student running from the unit.
We were assigned one child to provide care for each day while we were there, with supervision by the unit nurse and occasionally by our instructor when she wasn't stealing food off the kid's trays.
My first patient was an 18 month old boy with 2nd and 3rd degree burns over 90 percent of his body. He was found on fire in a crib with both rails up, the parent was suspected , but wasn't yet charged and actually had supervised visiting privileges with the baby.
I had assisted the nurse with debreding and the application of the silver nitrate ointment and fresh dressings, he finally conked out from pain and agony of the debreding , despite having been medicated before the procedure.
His nurse must've trusted me enough to leave me alone in his room to hold him, he hated the crib and wouldnt stay there ,he would wake up from a dead sleep screaming when in the crib, no wonder.
As I sat in the rocker holding him, he was breathing gently, he looked angelic despite head to toe bandages, I wanted to kiss his sweet face, but found no spot that wasn't covered with gauze or ointment.
He stopped breathing as he was in my arms, I ran out to the nurses station with him still in my arms, he was quickly taken and resuscitation was attempted, to no avail. I was almost hysterical and wanted to quit nursing school , it took all I had as a young woman of 22 to step foot on that unit the next day.
Sorry , not an uplifting or funny story today, but there are plenty of those too, coming.
Sheesh,I should really check my spelling more carefully.
Allie Oop said...
Sheesh,I should really check my spelling more carefully.
But why bother? Unless the context is unclear, misspellings humanize.
Andrew Jackson: I have no respect for a man who can think of only one way to spell a word.
Allie,
Sharing tough stories like that helps us understand who you are. There are defining moments in everyones lives and they often occur when we're younger, like this important episode of your life. At that age[22] we don't have the wisdom we have now, but @ our age we don't have the sense of adventure or the resilience that is required to get through that ordeal. Nurse stories, stories about your husband are always welcomed. We're honored to have you trust us w/ those memories. You and I share the horrible experience of seeing the results of child abuse. There is a special place in hell for those people.
Nick, one of the reasons I didn't go into Peds nursing. I don't know how my husband kept his head on straight, he would tell me about some of his his patients that had not survived an illness or accident, sometimes it was just too much.
I do trust you folks and I have nothing to lose, since I'm retired. Sometimes we just have to trust people we don't know that well yet, see if they or you can gain something positive from interaction.
Allie, That story was hard to read, but not 1/100th as hard as it had to be to experience.
I had tremendous respect for nurses before reading that, and even more now.
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