My assignment one day was to check charts on the ward where Nurse Fortune was gracing her presence. I survived. I’m proud. I did have flashbacks to our prior horrible years, where I felt hostage to her wrath.
She watched me in the chart room the entire time. Non-stop complaining on her end.
Politics: “Your President” she kept stating, as if I alone decide on the president of the country and people who complain don’t have him as president.
Work: “I know so much about all these patients, it makes me sick. Nobody else knows what they are doing.”
Family: “How can they say that my son is a behavioral problem? Oh, he yells and talks back. He fights. He doesn’t listen. He doesn’t do the work. Not my son. I mean, where would he learn that behavior? Not from me. If that’s what he does in school, which I don’t believe, then he learned it at school so they should take a serious look at themselves.”
I feel bad for any child of hers. She’s a jerk. She’s the only one who doesn’t see her behavior and attitude reflected in her child.