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Hey! You! Nurse! Come over here.....

The first thing you must know, nurse, is that I am the daughter of a nurse. And not just any nurse. An R.N. And not just any R.N. An R.N. who was schooled by Catholic sisters her entire life, including nursing school, who became a nurse during WWII, and served at Marine Hospital in Detroit.

A nurse who wore whites every day.

A nurse who starched her caps every Saturday.

A nurse who pinned her pins on her uniform, and checked to make sure they were straight.

Good heavens, I even saw her in her nursing cape once.

A NURSE.

So, this is why I want to speak with you. This past weekend, you had the duty and privilege of caring for my beautiful niece. Said niece has a seizure disorder, and the doctors were not able to control it and decided to admit her. On top of the seizures, she was having night terrors as her anxiety shot up regarding the seizures.

(I'm also just gonna throw this out there. You've heard of the HIPAA laws, right? Where we are all entitled to complete privacy? I have enough HIPAA booklets to paper my living room, so I'm assuming that you - a medical professional - are familiar with this. But perhaps I should not assume.)

Anyway, you and one of your fellow nurses decided to stand outside my beautiful niece's room and discuss her case. Where everyone (including my niece) could hear. And you decided to laugh over the fact that she wasn't "really sick," it was "all in her head," and wouldn't it be nice to fake being sick to get out of work.

Just a couple of thoughts for you. A nurse is a professional. Maybe you didn't get that part in nursing school. You do not, under any circumstances, discuss a case where others can hear you. And you certainly don't make fun of a patient when the patient is within earshot.

Even if my niece's health issue was "all in her head" (and since it's a seizure disorder, isn't it likely that it is in her head??) and she was suffering from mental illness, you still are obligated to be a professional. Even mental illness is illness - again, perhaps you didn't pick that up in nursing school.

My sister talked to your supervisor. She's going to report you.

You're lucky I wasn't there.

You are REALLY lucky my mom wasn't there. She is a NURSE.

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