“You need to choose to fight this monster or he’ll get the better of you. You can live a happy life, you can break free of this. The first step is to want to get better.”
“What’s your favorite part of your job?”
Standard second-date fare. But my mind races and my hands are clammy. What should I say? What can I offer that won’t add another lie to the growing pile?
“Um, uh, I love being able to help people.” Ugh, that sounds so lame. What am I, some starry-eyed 19-year-old? Those days are long gone. I try for some damage control.
“In the hospital, there are so many concrete ways you can make a difference. You’re seeing people at their most vulnerable. Spending the extra few minutes explaining a procedure—” help, I don’t think a nurse does that. Too late now, just plow ahead— “or, uh, bringing them the extra pillow,” yes, that’s the perfect nurse example, “all of it can make such a difference. I appreciate being able to impact people’s lives like that.”
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