Even if my sister—who’s gone through five different IV lines, set up eight infusions, emptied three catheter bags, and flipped and washed two immobile patients—hit a breaking point and snapped at me, I still wouldn't say a word.
But this lady with the manicured nails, ordering a pizza on her phone while there's a line of twenty people waiting at the clinic counter? She’s the one who actually gets under my skin.
Betty Bennett10 said:That’s not what I meant. I’m not saying they are, I'm just suggesting they've had to deal with enough nonsense to make them act out.
Extremely rare.
People are typically quite respectful toward sisters, at least during the initial encounter.
Because they understand that so much depends entirely on her.
Betty Bennett10 said:It’s not easy for those nurses either.
Not easy?
Maybe they should take a walk and see what a real shift looks like for their colleagues—say, over in the ER, an ICU, or a psych ward?
Look, I have massive respect for the nursing profession, but these desk clerks are arrogant, rude, and just plain unpleasant. I hate making sweeping statements, but there are so few decent ones left that you barely notice them.
When I say "better," I’m not talking about health benefits—I’m strictly talking about flavor. I can't stand plain water. Just pure H2O. It's tasteless to me, no matter how you serve it. Even back when I was a kid, I used to make raspberry syrup specifically to mix with sparkling water.
When my mom was dealing with health issues, we advised her to get screened for bacteria first. It seemed smarter to rule out a simple, painless cause before jumping into those morbid, invasive procedures.😱