Yeah. I failed that class. Biting the bullet, I enrolled in nursing school. I do not regret one moment of being a nurse.
If you line up several vials of blood, you cannot tell which vial was drawn from the gay male, or the Muslim, or the Republican, or the 97-year-old. What people DO have in common is love, fear, curiosity, and vulnerability. The tough, regimented lawyer can become a nervous wreck once placed in a buttless hospital gown. The chatterbox can become silent and withdrawn.
These are the stories of one nurse's encounters with people at their most vulnerable. The alcoholic who never made it home to his children, the screw swallower, the patient receiving sedation who still managed to talk- maybe a bit too much. This is real life nursing.
You have to read it to believe it.