i won’t say i was offended, but there was something about the whole thing that rubbed me the wrong way.

i watched the movie “nanny diaries” on dvd a few days ago. if you didn’t watch it, in the movie, the main character’s mother was a nurse. she worked hard, “extra shifts” she said so that her daughter can have a better life, unlike hers.

i suppose there is nothing worth discussing about in that idea, because it could simply mean something general about parents…that we all want our kids to have a better life.

it was the tone and the way the line was delivered that made me imagine things. did they (the writer and/or the actress) want to imply that nursing is an inferior profession, and if we knew any better we should not encourage our children to become nurses? also, that it is a shame to have kids who will follow our footsteps because as nurses we already have crappy jobs, why inflict the same suffering to our children?

it could have been my raging hormones that made me so senselessly sensitive about a trivial thing. or it could be that it truly is the general concept of nurses out there. i don’t know about other nurses, all i know is, if my kids want to become nurses, i will be a very proud mother.

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just a quick response to my previous post’s question by seaspray: the patient wasn’t assigned to me. all i knew was that he had a stroke. occasionally confused, with left sided weakness, but had all the strength to take care of business with his right hand.

after working here in the US for almost 6 years, patients masturbating do not shock me anymore. when they feel the urge, they just have to do it. and in all honesty, i totally get why they just don’t bother to conceal the activity anymore. there is no way they can have privacy in the hospital, so if they wait for the perfect time, it will never come.

coming from a country where culture strongly discourages people from publicly confirming the fact that they have sexual needs, the first time i accidentally caught a patient meeting his needs at work, i can’t get over it for weeks. i am not a prude, it was just a culture thing. now, like many others, i irreverently turn the scene into an inside joke, warning the oncoming nurse not to get alarmed if the patient’s heart rate goes up, and a suppressed but still identifiable sort of sound is heard from the room.

and theresa, i assumed it went through the foley.