I am a licensed healthcare professional. 

I have been trained to assess you, and I am responsible not only for providing you with basic nursing care to meet your needs, I also will be providing you with specialized care. I know how to insert a catheter into your bladder and an IV into your arm. I know how to run the IV fluids and I know the reason for using normal saline vs lactated ringers and I can tell you if you ask me. I know the side effects and uses of all of the 15 medications I am giving you and I will tell you if you ask. I can give you a shot if I have an order for it. 

I also assess your spiritual, mental, and emotional health. I can talk to the doctors about my concerns and the doctors take me seriously as a peer. (Well, most of them) The new doctors ask ME what they should do for you and I can give them ideas, all the while reminding them “Well, I’m not a doctor and can’t prescribe but I have seen drug XYZ used in this case before” or “Did you want me to do ABC for this patient?” I am responsible if the aide/tech doesn’t complete her work and I am responsible to see that you have a safe stay in the hospital and that no matter how bad a shape you were in when you got here, when you go home you will at least not be in any worse shape.

I hug you when your mother dies. I hold your hand when you are taking your last breaths. I bandage your feet. I teach you how to breastfeed. I let you cry when you need to and I hug you until you stop. I laugh with you. I cry with you. I make you do things you don’t want to do, knowing that later you will thank me, and you do. I sneak you a cookie when it’s late at night and you have the munchies and hospital jello just isn’t doing it for you. I wipe your bottom when you can’t reach it and I hold your hair while you puke. I pack your wound and I measure how deep it tunnels. I change your bandages, your dressings, your diapers and your peri-pads. I sit with you and hold your hand where there are no words to say.
I do what it takes to make you well and failing that, I make you comfortable.

I am your nurse.

Isn't that amazing? Find the original post here. Thank you, mystery blogger, for expressing what I sure cannot :)