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his is dedicated
to the ones I've
loved and
loathed during the 30-
plus years I've been
happily married to the
OR. Not everybody
I've worked with mer-
its candy, flowers and
a touchy-feely
Valentine's Day card
from Hallmark. When
Cupid's arrow misses
its mark, as often it
will, love indeed is a
many splintered thing.
Let us count the ways.
You're not going
to feel love when you're stuck in a forever case at the end of the
day with a scrub tech who doesn't even have the basic items used on
every case. To top it off, when you politely ask the scrub to help you
move a heavy piece of equipment, he tells you he has his own stuff to
get ready and then promptly sits down on a stool and crosses his
arms across his chest. I love him not.
She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
RN ISO that warm and fuzzy feeling.
Behind Closed Doors
Paula Watkins, RN
