Quoth Becks
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My best friend in nursing school was incredibly book smart. I wasn't. I struggled in the classroom. She literally got me through the academic portion of school.
We were never in the same clinic group, sadly. I could have helped HER there.
She didn't know one end of a bed pan from the other.
In one incident, in our first semester, she came from another floor to mine looking for our instructor in a panic. I asked her what was wrong.
Friend: I have to find Maureen! (our instructor)
Me: She's in the conference room. What's wrong?
Friend ignores me and goes into the conference room. A moment later, my instructor bursts out, my friend in tow. I can still see her lab coattails flapping behind her as she hit the stairs.
Turns out my friend was told to spray Granulex (a wound treatment for bedsores) into a bedsore before sending the patient to PT. She didn't know what can it was, so she just grabbed one.
It turned out to be Lysol.

She still managed to graduate at the top of our class, and got a coveted job in the OR of a major DC area hospital (unheard of for new grads in the 1980's).
A year or so after I graduated, I ran into another classmate and we chatted and got caught up. She told me my friend had left the OR job, and had a job doing research.
"Thank God," I blurted out.
It was really for the best. She wasn't cut out for patient care.
But she sure was smart.




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