nursing is just like it’s 7AM and you’re already being told to prepare for a new admission and that two people died last night
and then at 8AM you’re cleaning someone’s grandma whose afraid of you because she doesn’t know what’s real and what’s fake
and then at 9AM you’re getting someone’s grandpa a heated blanket and a little cup of ice cream
and then at 10AM you’re congratulating someone’s wife on their pregnancy and asking when they’re due
and then at 11AM you’re coding someone’s only living son and hearing their family scream and wail
and then at 12PM you’re eating a half-made sandwich and drinking an ensure while staring at the wall
and then at 1PM you’re being verbally assaulted for being on break and somebody’s aunt is mad because you didn’t bring their dilaudid fast enough
and then at 2PM you’re being told by someone’s daughter that you’re the only person whose listened to her in years
and then at 3PM you’re calling a rapid on someone’s brother who blood pressure is so low he’s not getting blood flow to the brain
and then at 4PM you’re cleaning someone’s grandma again because her bowel management system didn’t work
and then at 5PM you’re helping feed someone’s son who survived a MVC with a TBI and multiple fractures because the family won’t do it
and then at 6PM you’re scrambling to get written report for night shift while just now getting to sit down
and then at 7PM you stand at the clock and sigh and leave and come back in 12 hours to do it all over again.