Reeling from watching the news and through participation in the immigration of two new American citizens, I felt my original APN post appropriate for this week’s post. Please feel free to share/reblog!
I’m an Emergency Room nurse. I see “all lives” every day in the profession I choose to work. I see the poor and the privileged, blacks and whites, cops and criminals, Muslims and Christians, those with mental compromise and those with physical illness. Gay and straight, kids and the elderly, men and women — everyone is at your local ER and the lives I meet share one common thing — me.
They need me! Most of them didn’t expect to meet me but I knew they’d be there. Most don’t want to be in my ER but there I find myself in their time of need.
Is this my time to judge or to care?
Should I place a label or an IV line?
Do I worsen the hurt or do I get to it and heal?
If I’m honest, I’ve practiced on both sides of the questions; this is no longer an option…
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