Today, I'm glad I chose to be a nurse (and think you should be/choose, too), because once in awhile -- every rare once in awhile -- you get to be the nurse of a patient who happens to be a funny, cute, little, ornery old lady.
The ones I'm talking about are very, very rare...they aren't just any little old lady.
They're kind of quirky, and don't ever ask for things (they just command them), and sometimes, they even call you beautiful and get better and get out of the ICU.
And when they do, they say, "If my new nurse isn't as nice and pretty and friendly as you, I'm just gonna get up and walk right back."
And then, before you leave them in their new bed, on their new floor, with their new nurse, they make their granddaughters take your picture with them on their cellphone camera, and ask their family if they can get it blown up to poster size. Hehe.
I love those ladies.