‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d ‘WHO WAS SHE?’
Just a short time before I capped off my nursing career in the year 2000, I had the sweet pleasure of working with a fresh faced young graduate named Susan. Sue, as she was called, had a positive attitude, an alert and bright mind and most appealing to me was her friendly approach to people and her ability to problem solve.I have always admired people who can take a different angle,work it through and come up with a solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue.Such is the type Sue was, always solving little problems, and I knew someday, I just knew, she would be a big problem solver,it would come with experience. She has a good future as a nurse, and many patients will be happy to have met her.
Sue was the same age as my daughter, so we certainly had an age difference but it didn’t seem to matter. Nursing was our common ground and we worked so well together. Naturally I always enjoyed shocking her with some bizarre story and seeing her blush, and it would be followed by a great laugh and a cold soda pop, just getting through the tough stuff sometimes.
On a particularly hectic day I made my usual remark that “I’d like to have Florence Nightingale by the ears today for starting this nursing racket!” Sue looked at me over a mound of paperwork we were wading through and asked so calmly “Who was she??”
“Well, SHE, My dear, is the woman who started all this nursing stuff, the Crimean War, Soldiers dying, aseptic technique and all that, you know!!” I answered without looking up, knowing I would laugh.
A period of silence followed, no further comment from Sue. I looked up to see her lost in thought, trying to figure this Florence Nightingale thing out, and running questions through her mind.I knew that expression all too well!!
Than she caught me studying her, and she turned toward me and asked a question that collapsed the whole staff into a useless group of laughing hyenas, characters who were rendered helpless indeed. And Nobody had the answer to the question either.
“Well,” says Sue, “where did she graduate from??”
THAT DID IT! OH, ME NERVES!!!!
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe, RN.Ret’d
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