I have posted more than one similar thread. Over the years I have had some fantastic nurses and only one or two poor one. It is an amazingly tough job, but most of them did it with caring and kindness and never lost their patience. I could not do the job well.
On my last operation I was so depressed - I was having yet another op after the last one was said to be the last one - she spent every free moment with me. Not really holding my hand, but figuratively. Talking about our youths, sharing stories. Even after her shift ended she spent an extra hour with me.
When my dad was dying there was a sweet and lovely young lady who treated him so well. We chatted a while and she said that there were times she stopped on the way home and cried because she couldn’t help her patients. She was so sweet and earnest I was have in love with her. Even so, I fear that caring *that *much will burn her out quickly.
After the first op went bad and I was in the ICU for about a month, the night shift were mostly men. After they did their rounds they would come in and bust my stones and keep me company.
It is a tough job, I could not do it and I am grateful for the people who do.