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“Fuck this. I’m too important to be lumped in with cooks, nurses and especially crafters.”

You’re an ignorant bastard. What the fuck do you do that’s so God damned important? Stephanie is right. That’s an incredibly arrogant statement. It’s the crafters that build and create the things you enjoy enjoy everyday, things that you just hand out money to get. They have to work for what they have. What do you have to work for?

I for one don’t give a shit about the crafters. I’m a nurse though, and when I first read it, I was pretty offended. Not all nurses are idiots who would fall for such a scam. The National Honor Society, as Stephanie pointed out she was a member is *not* a scam. It’s a well known US Society that’s been around since 1921. The National Honor *Roll* Society, is a scam. How about, MCJ, you go and do your research before flaming someone who knows a little bit more than you.

It made me a little bit curious as to why no one was up in arms about the nurses’ comment. Are nurses in your country as devalued as they are in mine? Do you think we’re all like Nurse Jackie? Pill popping, affair conducting psychotic freaks that only choose to care about the patients that matter? Not quite. Unfortunately for you, when you’re old and can’t shit on your own anymore, we’re the ones that will have to help you wipe your own arse and put another nappy on for you, feed you your mashed up peas and corn because your teeth have already fallen out of your head from all the coke, coffee and high sugar foods you’ve been eating and drinking all those years rotted your teeth out at age 34 and you can’t afford a set of false ones. Of course, this wont matter one bit to you because you couldn’t give a rat’s arse about what we go through every day. You’re the one sitting there with shit all over you and no teeth right? An no family that comes to visit because now grandpa smells funny and that place gives your kids the creeps and there’s this nagging feeling of guilt in the back of their heads that maybe there’s something wrong with just dumping all these old and unwanted in this place for these nurses to struggle to look after on minimum wage with no backup.

And of course, when you need an emergency room all you can think about is ‘where the fuck are all the doctors?’ and ‘why the fuck can’t the nurses do their jobs properly?’ well, in your average ER in my country, that nurse you’re admonishing usually has a patient load (that’s the number of patients she looks after with another nurse) of 14. That means she has to get their meds, change their dressings, look after various lines and monitors, wash them, feed them, deal with their family, deal with their friends, more often than not in a language unknown to them because it wasn’t one of the five that she’s picked up while working in the ER for the last ten years, consult with the doctor about what treatment he wants to start, argue with the wards upstairs about why this patient deserves a bed over that patients, defend herself from the front desk clerk that wants to fill a bedspace with six other patients waiting outside, then somewhere in there, she also has to write up detailed notes on each patient, from the start to the end of her twelve hour shift. Oh and somewhere in there she also pees. That’s usually important.

Or there’s the combat nurse – the one that pulls together loops of your mates intestines at the hospital in Tarin Kowt (perhaps you might need to look that one up) and shoves them back into their body so that they don’t get infected or die so that back at the hospital in Germany, perhaps the surgical team (yes there’s nurses in a surgical team too) can repair it so that soldier wont have to live the rest of his life with a colostomy strapped to his stomach and empty his shit into the toilet from a plastic bag instead of his arse.

And then there are the ones who, after pulling a ten hour shift, eight months on the job, are still able to take the phone call from the birthing suite that says “We’re coming down with an urgent case” and get ready to go in five minutes. Then, when they do get here in less than five minutes, be ready to jump in with nothing but a pair of gloves and a scalpel and a nervous registrar who doesn’t know when the head surgeon is going to be here, cuts open a woman who’s still being put under general (yes, she had an epidural), uses brute force to wrench open her swollen, gravid uterus, get down to the placenta, then the sac, cut it open and pull a baby out in one minute. Then after her heart has stopped thumping, the baby has started breathing (and then of course, pees all over you), and the woman has been sewn up, she still has the energy left to clean up the OR, change out of her blood and urine soaked scrubs, shower, change into her street clothes and go home. Or, in this case, get called back in two hours later to do it all again.

How about you have a little bit more respect for those nurses you don’t want to get lumped in with the next time you make one of your snarky responses to a piece of spam.