When I got married, I was in nursing school. Things were hard—we were both students, neither of us had any time, and neither of us ever had any money. But we never argued. I cooked, I (kind of) cleaned, and we took care of our daughter together. Fast forward a few years and nursing school was now behind us. We still never have any time, I still (sometimes) cook, and I still (kind of) clean. We take care of our daughter and our son together. But now, we do argue sometimes. What changed? I became a nurse.
When I started working as a bedside nurse, it didn’t take me long to come home feeling completely shattered. There was just an endless list of things I needed to do. The provider didn’t like new nurses, so I carefully weighed the importance of what I needed to say before calling them. One nurse…
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