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I have plenty of things to post with the same title because funny/weird/unusual things happen to me even when I try to avoid it. I guess it happens to everyone but I’m one of those people who attracts these kind of things more than the usual.
Even with the hard work nurses and nurses’ assistants have to deal with, there are moments when we want to laugh like we are crazy but we have to be really professional. I think my poker face is getting improved.
Two years ago I was doing my internship as a nursing student on a Pediatric Ward. Nurses in Pediatric usually think the most difficult thing is not dealing with the children but with the parents, since they can be very critical. I think it’s normal you worry about your kid. That’s not the point of this post. I just want to write down a funny situation of that internship. I don’t know if you will find it as funny as I do but I still want to laugh when I remember it. If you are a nurse or a nurse assistant you will get it 😉
Mum (acting all crazy and shouting at me): Hey, nurse, I wanted to ask you to turn off the air conditioner. I went for a coffee and when I came back my son was freezing.
Me: Oh, we’re sorry. It’s summer and it’s hot but if you prefer we turn off the air conditioner on this bedroom.
I looked at the kid in his bed, with no covers, only wearing the pajama and a question popped out inside my head.
Me: Did he have his blanket covering him?
Mum: No. I left him without the blanket or the bed sheets because I didn’t want him to be too hot.
Good, mum… Good.
I don’t have to be in a quiet place to read. I’ve always read with the sound of the TV, with background music or even with the random and messy sounds of the routine of a busy city. It’s really easy for me to focus on reading, especially if the plot is interesting. I always hated the silence of libraries to study. Me and my friends would be the loud voices on our library school. To read a random book, I don’t mind. It can be quiet or noisy, it will be the same for me.
But there’s something I really can’t stand and my mum does that a lot (sorry mum): I hate when I’m trying to have a conversation with someone and apparently there’s not much to talk about, so I grab a book and suddenly it seems that a list of subjects pops up.
I can read and speak at the same time, I’ve told this before. What makes me angry is that the actual conversation begins as soon used to do exactly the same. Worst thing about this situation: she gets mad at me if I don’t answer straight away. I can read and speak at the same time but understand that my answer can be delayed because I’m trying to finish reading a sentence before I say something.
I told explained this to my mum loads of times but apparently she doesn’t get it. We can be together in the same room and she’s paying attention to the TV, not speaking to me at all or only a few words now and then. As soon as open a book she needs to speak to me. It feels like she has a switch in her brain specifically for this situation, which is automatically switched on the moment I read the first words of a book.