Those Overly Exaggerating Nursing Stories - page 4

Do you ever read those stories from nurses that completely play up and skew what nursing actually is for the sake of an article? I see them now and again and I distinctly remember them all over the... Read More

  1. by   amoLucia
    "Reluctantly I start down that shrouded hallway. Dim moonlight peers through some windows only to emphasize the isolation and loneliness felt by others in this deserted place. Is there anyone who visits these lonely ones? Does anyone love them? Did they love anyone?

    I approach the first room to my left. I gaze upon the bed's occupant. Her withered, gnarly hands tightly clutch the rails that almost seem to imprison her within her bed. I think to myself "did she ever feel the emotions I do at this time?". Did she ever love someone deeply, but deeper still, did anyone love HER as deeply as I love HIM? She smiles ever so faintly as I come close. "I know all about it, dear. I understand him now. Yes, you should". I look at her, startled and bewildered. Am I such an easy read? Does she know the torment I am facing? "Stay with me til my love comes home to me", she pleads. With a muffled gasp I leave her.

    By sheer force I stop to check the ancient mariner across mid-hall. Angry words, hurtful words hiss out of his mouth. The anger just bubbles from him, much like the bubbling air machine that provides the precious air which he uses to spew such awfulness. NO family remembers him. No long-lost children or grandchildren ever visit. No prayers will ever be offered when the time comes for him to cross over into that Great Abyss. His eyes squint to focus on me, but they are unseeing. "Why did you let this happen to me", he bellows as spittle drips. "Fix me", he demands. Immense waves of impotency flood my senses. I can do very little do meet his demand, but I feel some twinge of guilt that I must. Darkness and quiet becomes overwhelming.

    I so desperately want to retreat to my sheltered safe place, my safe harbor. ...
  2. by   amoLucia
    "I stumble out of his room to continue my rounds only to hear some faint cry of "I'm hungry", "is it breakfast time?", "is that the breakfast bell"? Tracing those sounds down the far end on the darkened hall I hear those distant calls again. Echoing in the silence, I hear them, and then I remember.

    'Once a nurse, always a nurse' as I was once scolded. A member of the class of 1913, revered and respected by the many who followed in her footsteps. Her voice, clear as a bell, could still bark out orders. A military career in the day when women nurses first served their country, she demanded and rightfully earned distinction. Posture straight as an arrow, she commanded attention.

    An honored and beloved professor emeritus in her late career, she was now calling out in her mind's mixed jumble of realities and memories. What stories she told us naïve students of duty shifts long past. But now revisiting some distant time and place none of us could travel with her. How lonely for her and others like her.

    A cup of ginger tea gently relaxed time and chased the shadows for the moment. Such a small effort. And soon all was quiet again.

    With overwhelming trepidation I face the return back the hall. I still need to face my fear .. my passion ...
  3. by   amoLucia
    This is a great opportunity for any & all to jump in and continue the story. It is quite fun to be soooo dramatic.
  4. by   amoLucia
    "I turn pushing my steps out to the finally quiet corridor. Suddenly a new voice is calling aloud. I recognize that voice and I stop in my steps. Suddenly the urge to flee is all but overwhelming. The stairs to the back hall, rarely used, beckon to me. I could slip out; no one would be the wiser. I would be able to avoid all the conflict that tears at me. I pass thru those portals, ready to bound down those cob-webbed steps, but I stop in the foyer.

    Abandonment. That's what it would be. The coward's way out. I AM braver than that. Or am I! I have to face him. I HAVE TO. He has to know. I owe that to him. But I also owe it to myself.

    Ever so quietly, I tiptoe his room. He gazes upon me as he whispers my name. Almost like half a secret, half a prayer. I start to involuntarily respond; my eyes finely pierce the darkness, my breath catches in short rapid gasps, my heart rate flutters away bounding in my ears. I feel my adrenaline surge. Fight or flight! How I wish I had fled down those stairwell steps! But I am here now.

    Our fingertips touch ever so lightly. A wisp of my tresses falls to my shoulders and he brushes it away. Just the briefest feather of touches. I back away. 'Not now, not ever'. There are the others'. There. I finally uttered those terrible words. Our pasts come jumbling out to catch up to our presents, like thunder and lightening from distant malevolent storms. Previous loves, previous avocations, promises made long ago. I can't back away far enough. Demons long thought buried are alive as ever. And ever present.

    'But I will wait', he husks. That awful roar is starting to muffle. A sense of calm begins to appear. A cool breeze blows through the corridor. Refreshing. Renewing. Affirming. Just like his wistful smile."
  5. by   Davey Do
    Quote from amoLucia
    This is a great opportunity for any & all to jump in and continue the story. It is quite fun to be soooo dramatic.
    I bow to the to the Master... uh: Mistress?

    See- I'm no good with this stimulatingly romantic kind of stuff. I got written up one time for telling a Coworker that she had a nice voice.

    Well, I did add that she should consider getting a job as a 900 Number Lady.

    Please. Carry on.
  6. by   VivaLasViejas
    I love it...Harlequin romance novels come to Allnurses. LOL!!
  7. by   amoLucia
    Quote from Davey Do
    I bow to the to the Master... uh: Mistress?

    See- I'm no good with this stimulatingly romantic kind of stuff. I got written up one time for telling a Coworker that she had a nice voice.

    Well, I did add that she should consider getting a job as a 900 Number Lady.

    Please. Carry on.
    Carrying on is what I have thought of for the future.

    But the story needs some 'contributing authors'. It is so fun to use all the flowery words and the chance to backwards, talk. Dramatic pauses, rhetoricals, ellipses ...
  8. by   Not_A_Hat_Person
    It doesn't bother me. Weird stuff happens. In the immortal words of Letters to Penthouse, "I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't happened to me."
  9. by   amoLucia
    I struggled to wait. Six years of 'waiting' Six years. "Time DOES NOT fly. I suffered an excruciating, abruptly painful, agonizingly slow 6 year journey. Like a prison sentence. I hesitated until I believed all was well, believing that he would wait as he said he would all those years long past. But he followed a mistress too intriguing, too powerful and so demanding that I was no competition' albeit my pitiful efforts.

    I tried to follow. My travels took me afar, to many a foreign locale. To the many women with children and old men, I was ""doctora" or "enferma". I saw humanity at it worst, but also at its best. People needing my skills, the application of all I knew as an art & science was of little import when it could do little for myself. But just the knowledge that HE was somewhere near made it all worthwhile and bearable.

    I could face the solitude. Or so I thought. Until that one night, ...
  10. by   Hygiene Queen
    Quote from amoLucia
    I tried to follow. My travels took me afar, to many a foreign locale. To the many women with children and old men, I was ""doctora" or "enferma"...



    Why do I feel like I'm reading a 4th rate Daphne du Maurier novel?
    Last edit by Hygiene Queen on Oct 29, '17 : Reason: added quote
  11. by   Hygiene Queen
    AmoLucia, nobody can top your skills. I'm just waiting for the next installment.

    Reminds me of an aide I used to work with. She'd find the worst romance novels and read them out loud at break, in the most serious and dramatic way possible. Her timing was a comedic gift. She'd have me doubled over in tears.

    You're killing me.
    Last edit by Hygiene Queen on Oct 29, '17 : Reason: spelling: names are important
  12. by   amoLucia
    I continued this post after a few jumped in way back at the start. I figured they were just doing silly 'fun-sies', so I did too. But I found I really did like being silly - still hoping others will pick up a thought and run with it. Kinda like the 'word game' over on the 'blue side'.

    "Such a grand opportunity for words long forgotten but so evocative of raw emotion and feelings hidden by norms of society. Memories, deep in the core of one's being, well-up and come alive and defy all explanations".

    Just playing around, trial & error, with words makes this fun! Don't know about Daphne; thinking maybe Barbara Cartland.
    Last edit by amoLucia on Oct 29, '17 : Reason: sp
  13. by   No Stars In My Eyes
    Quote from amoLucia
    I struggled to wait. Six years of 'waiting' Six years. "Time DOES NOT fly. I suffered an excruciating, abruptly painful, agonizingly slow 6 year journey. Like a prison sentence. I hesitated until I believed all was well, believing that he would wait as he said he would all those years long past. But he followed a mistress too intriguing, too powerful and so demanding that I was no competition' albeit my pitiful efforts.

    I tried to follow. My travels took me afar, to many a foreign locale. To the many women with children and old men, I was ""doctora" or "enferma". I saw humanity at it worst, but also at its best. People needing my skills, the application of all I knew as an art & science was of little import when it could do little for myself. But just the knowledge that HE was somewhere near made it all worthwhile and bearable.

    I could face the solitude. Or so I thought. Until that one night, ...
    Having accepted an assignment to a tiny group of islands that were nearly swallowed by the vastness of the ocean which loomed as a living presence all around us, I thought to lose myself in the difficult work of saving lives in primitive conditions with outdated supplies. The islands were so isolated, but the need, that oh so critical need was what lured me to them. Hoping to forget my past, hoping to forget... everything!

    I took to wandering at night when I could not sleep. My soul echoed in the restless heaving of ocean waves as they endlessly crashed on the lonely, empty shores. Empty, like me, longing for more than the insistent thundering of the tides.

    Those restless tides cried out again and again, with no peace, no respite, like my heart continued to beat with the longing still alive inside me, clutching at my heart, refusing to be banished.

    As I walked with a listless and bereft gait, tears ran down my face as if by their own accord. So often were they on my cheeks, I barely noticed them anymore. I had no need for a handkerchief as the ocean breezes dried my tears as they fell. My thin cotton dress teased around my body, the hem lifting and falling, at the mercy of the ever changing winds.

    Something intruded on my reverie, all these years the sole companion of my physical being.

    Suddenly I noticed an unusual sight: a faint light coming from a small bungalow in the distance. I began to walk a little more quickly. When I arrived at the doorway that was ajar, I slowed and stood listening.

    There was barely any sound except the waves now coming to my ears from a distance. Yet, I sensed another being within that shack. Curiosity overtook me, so I eased my slender, lithe body through the door, my chest quivering nervously with the effort of breathing quietly, so as not to be discovered.

    As I crept into the shabby treatment bay, I saw a tall shadowy figure standing with it's back toward me, concentrating on what was on the table below, where a flashlight with a fading battery was set on end. It's puny light pointing upwards cast a faint halo around the figure. I gasped with a shock of unbelieving recognition. The adrenaline shot through me. Could it be...?
    The figure turned at the sound of my breath of shock. As it turned, I knew the rapid beating of my heart was amplified in the silent room.
    So filled with emotion I could barely whisper, I panted out just one word...."YOU!"
    Last edit by No Stars In My Eyes on Oct 29, '17

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