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Show bedpans. A poor, frustrated little probationer is trying vainly to prepare an enema. The soap-suds and turpentine are in the can, but the hose keeps splitting, and every time the little probie gets it lower than the can the contents leak onto the floor because the clamp on the hose is also defective. To add to her misery her charge nurse is standing over her screaming. "You are a disgrace to this hospital You are slower than a frozen intravenous. Why aren't your patients all bathed? The doctors are coming for their rounds and the patients are all in a mess. If you were not being transferred today I'd report you to the Superintendent of Nurses. Whatever made you think you could be a nurse?" Tears blind the Little Probie's eyes, but she keeps doggedly on, fumbling with the hose, her tears mixing with the soap-suds and turpentine on the floor. Eventually Charge Nurse snorts and lets the swinging door flap to. A sister nurse slides in, quietly snips the hose above the split and gives sympathetic aid to the beleagured Little Probie. At noon, which is not far off, Little Probie can't eat for weeping, but does this defeat her ? Oh, no! The devastating tongue lashing from her superior nurse only whips her on to greater heights. Eventually, there comes another day, another charge nurse, a change of scene. The treatment nurse on 1C is trying vainly to give a bladder irrigation and the red-headed supervisor is standing over her, |
