Dear Nurse Marge,
I saw you were talking about some of the pros and cons of being married to a nurse, and I had to share this little tidbit. You see, my husband of 25 years is nurse, and he’s getting to that age where really he doesn’t like to do anything he doesn’t want to. I was working back to back doubles one weekend, and when I left for work, he was seated in his recliner, in front of the TV, remote in hand, some chips and soda strategically nearby.
When I returned after this very long, very taxing shift — HE WAS STILL THERE! Hadn’t moved — despite the fact that it had been raining like crazy, the back door was open, there was a puddle inside the house you would have needed a sailboat to cross, and there was a note on the front door that FedEx had tried to deliver a package but no one was home.
So being the calm, reasonable nurse that I am, I asked him what was up, and how he’d spent the last, oh twenty hours or so.
To which he replied “Comfort measures only!” and toasted me with his soda.
That’s what you’re in for, you know, when you marry a nurse. I do recommend a NERF gun for moments like these; it conveys the sentiment without doing lasting damage.
Signed,
Not a Newlywed Nurse
Dear Not A Newlywed,
Did you see the new Nerf six-shooters? One on each hip — it gives you a dozen shots at a go!
Water guns aren’t bad either — and you already have all that ‘ammo’ inside your back door!
Good Luck!
Nurse Marge
