The Naughty Nurse

She never wanted to be a nurse but her aunt was one and she promised her she would continue where she left off. Her aunt isn’t dead. At least she hopes not. Just retired. Aunt Sophie really cared about her patients. Really took her time and made sure she did a good and thorough job. She was sympathetic to their friends and families too. That’s why she was always invited to their funerals. Not all her patients died but as it goes with the territory most sick people get sicker and eventually get the chance to meet their maker. Even with sufficient healthcare. Doctors can only do a certain amount. The ones that survived became close friends of hers and instead of being invited to their funerals they invited her over for birthdays, christening and bar mitzvah’s. Any celebration. My aunt was always welcomed with open arms and happy tears. 

I was always in awe of her commitment to her job and patients. Even after they stopped being in her care. Maybe awe isn’t the correct word. Maybe the word ‘disgust’ would be a better fit. It's like you doing your weekly food shop and being so overcome with emotion that the spotty checkout boy scanned your food so effortlessly that you invited him to your nans 80th and your 10th wedding anniversary. It just wouldn’t happen. Or if it did someone in the family should intervene. But no one did. Everyone seemed to feel the exact same way. Except for me.