They Call Me a DIVA, but It’s Not a Bad Thing. Thank God for Nurses!

Being diagnosed recently with Congestive Heart Failure means a lot of encounters with nurses in the Emergency Room, labs, and hospital floors. Yesterday, as I endured another scan, the nurse who uses ultrasound to find veins couldn’t do so on me. She was so kind and empathetic because she knew her actions hurt me. I understood, but was thankful when she chose to call in a special IV team. She called me a DIVA, difficult IV access. We laughed together.

Then, in walked a young man named Josiah, who was amazing, getting the job done with one stick. I thanked him profusely and said that I would remember to tell other nurses to call Josiah first. He was professional but still made me laugh and feel comfortable, teasing me about leaving my veins at home.

I could not do the job, so I admire people who can. Nurses are usually the first people who work on us. They are more hands-on than doctors, and it takes courage and boldness to deal with patients who are afraid and dependent on others for their care. Some can be difficult, and yet they come into our hospital rooms with a smile and explain everything that has to be done and why. I think they are angels in disguise.

I know how hard the job can be because I studied to become a Licensed Practical Nurse in my twenties. I attended the classes and was class president. As long as we were in the classroom, I was okay. But going to the hospital to actually work on patients, I found that I could not stand the sight of blood or people in pain. It was like cold water running down my veins. Even when my husband gets a bruise or scratch, I can’t look at it without feeling like I am going to faint.

Needless to say, that ended my career in nursing. So, I have the greatest admiration for the women and men who work long hours and in stressful environments, often among ungrateful people. I am so appreciative of their gentleness and compassion. It is what you need when you feel so out of control during sickness.

Here’s to the women and men who help us heal. They don’t often get the glory due. Doctors tend to get it all. But without the nurses, doctors would not be as successful. So, next time, say thank you to those amazing angels.

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