the politics of hope
I swear, this man, I love him. I get teary every time I watch this.
You know that old butchy charge nurse with the big square butt and the scowly face who marches around and gets results? A weird melding of Edna Garrett, Viola Swamp and House? Deep down, she cares, but she's also No Nonsense. She'll bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and doesn't give a rat's ass if you're a man. That's the kind of nurse I want to be, but I didn't dare say it that way on my admissions essay.
Active Protocols for the Unit
Oh, the places I go! The people I read!
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