Worked today. Had a patient who sliced his arm open on a broken glass and the meat hanging out of his arm looked like beef chunks. Must I always compare things to food? I thought the plasma I infused into a patient looked like chicken stock, I once compared the smell of someone's burning flesh being cauterized as "yummy bacon", and I told a (heavy) patient who came in strapped onto a back board that she looked "just like a trussed up pork loin".
Not surprised...
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Just found this blog site today.
I too am a nurse and my bf is a chef. Thankfully, he's in catering...so I don't have to forge Christmas alone.
I work at a private practice in Santa Monica.
Your stories are great. It's nice to know there are other Nurse Chef Wives around.
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