Recently, I visited my postop wife at the hospital, looking like every other family member. When I told a nurse, Linda, that I was a nurse as well, she said to me, “I’m sorry.” What I believe she meant was that she was sorry I was trapped in a lackluster, sad profession, like she was, and Linda was commiserating. This wasn’t the first time I heard this reply from a nurse.
As a nurse who is enthused about nursing, I angrily said, “Why would you say that to me?”
She told me she had been a nurse for 30 years, doing the same job in the same old way, and she was just tired and probably burnt out.