As a little girl I wanted to become a nurse because I can choose to work at night and sleep during the daytime; but I don’t want to wear the white uniform… argh, that is not so comfy I thought.
So, instead I thought I wanted to work in a bank because I can finish at 3 pm.
After college, I worked for a Bank. I was disappointed, after all, I cannot leave the office at exactly 3 pm, and now I am sticking to my not-so-toxic nursing career.
Time flies. Really.
Anyways, Sharon’s access is not working. For it to work, I needed to administer a de-clotting agent which will entail pausing her treatment for an hour. I explained to her that we will resume treatment after an hour.
I almost forgot Sharon, one hour went by unnoticed. I resumed her treatment but she was not happy to be running the full treatment after she lost an hour of it. Taking into consideration the weight she gained, I conjectured it will be okay to run her for 3 hours but I explained to her that it is best to run the full 4 hours for her benefit. She declined.
Time flies. It’s 10 am.
I started returning Sharon’s blood and taking her off. She didn’t notice she was in my chair for 5 hours now.
Time flies without any protest…