The lovely EMT who instructed me to tell every health professional Nana came in contact with that she had been an RN. She would get special treatment that way. And they would also know she would be a terrible patient because she wouldn't want to trouble anyone.
Health professionals speaking to Nana with equality and respect...and at times awe.
Blankets and pillows for my barcalounger.
Hand-holding.
Frank conversations (as if I ever have anything but).
The ridiculously joyous dialysis technician reminiscent of Hank Azaria in "The Bird Cage."
Gentle, enlightened responses to emails and texts intended for others. (Oh, this happened more than once.)
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