I get to ER a lot. During my most recent trip to the emergency room (OK, OK, it does seem to be turning into a bad habit), I had a male nurse who asked my age and raved about how great I looked. You look 25, he said, which even in my bleary state was tough to believe. When he asked me to bare my breasts, I wondered why more men didnâ€™t go into nursing. For a cardiogram, he added, then circled my left breast with littlestickers.
On the other side of my orange curtain divider was an elderly Read more