I have to fix this.
If those words don’t actually cross through my brain, they certainly are present in some form somewhere in my psyche.
I figure part of that pseudo-neurosis may just be hard-wired from birth. Certainly being a nurse hasn’t helped it along. When people know you’re a nurse, whether in the hospital or out, whether at work or at home, you’re expected to diagnosis and treat. Everything. Appendix? Just give her a dull spoon, she can take care of it. Continue reading “Devilish details”