"Nurses don't even do this stuff"

I kind of feel like I need a call light while being confined to the couch.  Aside from the fact that it would be useless during the day (when I'm here alone), I think it would come in very handy in the evenings and on weekends when my dear hubby were available to answer the call light.

Anyone who has ever worked in a hospital knows how annoying call lights can be.  It never fails, you will always have at least one patient per shift who is constantly on the light.  At the end of the shift, you may sometimes feel like shoving the call light up their butt.  Yet, as a nurse you smile and ask..."what can I help you with?" for the 495th time of the shift.  Inside, you really feel like yelling "What the $*!# do you want now?!"

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We are learning as a team around this house just exactly what should be put in arms reach of the couch....the remote, my laptop, lots of pillows, 2 full liters of water, (I'm drinking 4 liters per day!)  my phone, and school bag. 

Yesterday morning was a big deal...I had a doctor's appointment.  Poor Travis.  He was running around getting himself ready, getting stuff ready to go to daycare, and then had me and my annoying requests on top of it...."Can you please go get my brush from downstairs?  Oh!  I'm going to attempt makeup today...can you bring all that stuff up too?  I will also need my hair straightener".

Followed by..."This headache is still hanging on (side note:  it is going on the 5th day now, unrelenting.  Prick!) ...can you get me some Tylenol?" ... "Um, honey? I need 2 Tylenol because the one you brought me won't cut it.  As long as you're at it, can you please grab the rest of my vitamins?"  (side note:  1 prenatal and 2 calcium daily, plus 1 iron pill twice per week...grow, babies, grow!) 

Bless his heart.  He was a trooper and brought it all up.  Except he forgot the hair straightener.


"Thank you"..... "Um...all I'm waiting on now is the hair straightener".

At this point, if it were a call light I were buzzing, Travis would have told me to shove it up my ass.  Rightfully so....I am a much better nurse than I am "patient" in my own home, apparently.

Instead, he shouts...."Nurses don't even do this stuff!"

Except he is sadly mistaken.  I wasn't asking him to wipe my butt or assist me in puking.

He then questioned why ANYONE would want to be a nurse if this was what it was like.
 
Oh, honey.  If you only knew...

I think he will always appreciate nurses even more so than before.  And I didn't even ask him to wipe my butt.

Love a nurse!

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Have a great (Good) Friday!