Truths & Love

An inspired girl spreads the love by gifting quote cards of gathered truths. 365 cards. 365 days. Share your truth.
Day 156.  Today I had the cutest patient ever.  She was a little pleasantly confused and asked me about 30 times “now what are we doing this for?” (meaning why was she getting an MRI of her left hip, “because yours hurts and you can’t walk, ‘member?”), but this made me love her even more.  She also told me 7 different times “I used to be a nurse.”  I’ve admitted in several previous posts how much I love nurses for patients, but this lady may take the cake.  As I was pushing my cute grandma lady who was named after her dad (personally, I think her dad had a girl name) back from MRI, I asked her “So, what’s your passion?”  “I don’t know what you mean?”  she said looking confused again.  “Like, what are you up to?  What do you love to do?” I tried again.  “Well, I’m a writer.”  Come to find out, my super cute former nurse grandma who was named after her dad wrote like 4 books, all of which I found on Amazon.com and you can bet your butt I’m going to read.  Too bad I can’t tell you the name of the book or the author but these are the things that can get me fired, so apologies for the tease.  She told me when she was younger and told her father that she wanted to write, and he said “you’ll never make any money at that,” so she became a nurse, made money, and then wrote her books.  I gave this writer a quote by another writer, and told her I was a writer (not that blogging is even remotely comparable to a book) and a nurse too.  Although this cutie can’t remember why she is even in the ER, and she sure as heck isn’t going to remember me, I will always think of her as I read this Ray Bradbury quote.  Thanks, you awesome and powerful woman, for tipping over your cup and spilling all the good stuff on to me.  I love your name.  And your books.  And your smile.  And I’m really happy your hip isn’t broken.  

Day 156.  Today I had the cutest patient ever.  She was a little pleasantly confused and asked me about 30 times “now what are we doing this for?” (meaning why was she getting an MRI of her left hip, “because yours hurts and you can’t walk, ‘member?”), but this made me love her even more.  She also told me 7 different times “I used to be a nurse.”  I’ve admitted in several previous posts how much I love nurses for patients, but this lady may take the cake.  As I was pushing my cute grandma lady who was named after her dad (personally, I think her dad had a girl name) back from MRI, I asked her “So, what’s your passion?”  “I don’t know what you mean?”  she said looking confused again.  “Like, what are you up to?  What do you love to do?” I tried again.  “Well, I’m a writer.”  Come to find out, my super cute former nurse grandma who was named after her dad wrote like 4 books, all of which I found on Amazon.com and you can bet your butt I’m going to read.  Too bad I can’t tell you the name of the book or the author but these are the things that can get me fired, so apologies for the tease.  She told me when she was younger and told her father that she wanted to write, and he said “you’ll never make any money at that,” so she became a nurse, made money, and then wrote her books.  I gave this writer a quote by another writer, and told her I was a writer (not that blogging is even remotely comparable to a book) and a nurse too.  Although this cutie can’t remember why she is even in the ER, and she sure as heck isn’t going to remember me, I will always think of her as I read this Ray Bradbury quote.  Thanks, you awesome and powerful woman, for tipping over your cup and spilling all the good stuff on to me.  I love your name.  And your books.  And your smile.  And I’m really happy your hip isn’t broken.  

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