I’m not writing about you.
My stories have all merged together – bits and pieces here and there, from what I can remember. That’s nursing for you; patients rarely remember my name despite crying on my shoulders and trusting a perfect stranger with the health and dignity of your loved ones. And I hate to admit it, but quite often I forget yours too.
I respect & cherish the trust given to me to retain your confidentiality. Even when you’re being a pain in the ass. So all names have been changed to protect the innocent and the jerks. Because I’m sure at one point, someone loved you, so you can’t be THAT bad.