Small World after all
Jingle (aka John), used to always use the phrase six degrees of Kevin Bacon. In his language translated, six degrees of seperation. The premise being that in a group of strangers, there is usually 6 people away that you know. Although that description, is quite vauge.
Not that I havn't had patients try to track me down, leave phone numbers, or business cards. Wanted me to visit them, ect. It happens, ocassionaly. Even though there will be continued bitching about my career choice, there are moments that are quite magical.
Ironic enough, Gay.com droped my account like a hotcake-for no apparent reason. I couldn't get through to the chat room. Fate, possibly, since I have been planning on getting rid of the damn thing months ago. Not learning my lesson, I created a new account, with the screen name of nitenurse. Lovely isn't it.
The other night took care of a pt who played ball on my team *wink* *wink* *wink*. He was discharged the next day. Life goes on.
Apparently not. Being in the Rochester, Mn room on gay.com, a person struck up a conversation, who was from xyz. Didn't think much about it. He wanted to know if I worked as a nurse (yes), and if I worked nights (yes), and if I worked at St. Mary's.........
Besides a plethora of comments "you were my HOT nurse", its very strange to meet up with pts in the outside world. Its happens, occassionaly. Why can it not. The whole confidentiality plays a HUGE role, as well as knowing ALOT more information than the other person. I read charts occassionally.
WOnder why I am aloof? Why I keep to myself? Imagine in the cubical world-no cubicals. Dilbert long ago HUNG himself. Work with 30 + or - people day in day out-for twelve hours. Bet after dealing with people puking, family member phone calls, and flash in the pan personell trying to be comical, and you'll treasure solitude like the rest of us....
Not that I havn't had patients try to track me down, leave phone numbers, or business cards. Wanted me to visit them, ect. It happens, ocassionaly. Even though there will be continued bitching about my career choice, there are moments that are quite magical.
Ironic enough, Gay.com droped my account like a hotcake-for no apparent reason. I couldn't get through to the chat room. Fate, possibly, since I have been planning on getting rid of the damn thing months ago. Not learning my lesson, I created a new account, with the screen name of nitenurse. Lovely isn't it.
The other night took care of a pt who played ball on my team *wink* *wink* *wink*. He was discharged the next day. Life goes on.
Apparently not. Being in the Rochester, Mn room on gay.com, a person struck up a conversation, who was from xyz. Didn't think much about it. He wanted to know if I worked as a nurse (yes), and if I worked nights (yes), and if I worked at St. Mary's.........
Besides a plethora of comments "you were my HOT nurse", its very strange to meet up with pts in the outside world. Its happens, occassionaly. Why can it not. The whole confidentiality plays a HUGE role, as well as knowing ALOT more information than the other person. I read charts occassionally.
WOnder why I am aloof? Why I keep to myself? Imagine in the cubical world-no cubicals. Dilbert long ago HUNG himself. Work with 30 + or - people day in day out-for twelve hours. Bet after dealing with people puking, family member phone calls, and flash in the pan personell trying to be comical, and you'll treasure solitude like the rest of us....