4.11.12-Yes, Dad. I am a Nurse.

I think for the first time, dad realized that I am a nurse.  Not a toy nurse, not a "let's just get dressed up in ugly Caribbean Blue Scrubs and wear a stethoscope" nurse, and not one that walks around pretending.  I worked really hard to get here, to know my stuff, and to keep the knowledge.  When it came to life and death, and for his case, a walking time-bomb situation---he realized. It took the entire cath lab nurses, two cardiologists, a physician's assistant, a floor nurse, and PCT...AND my nurse manager for him to realize---"oh yeah, she's a cardiac nurse."  Took 12 months, but...

...He realized I'm a nurse, I know what I'm talking about, and when it comes to your heart, I know my shit.  Kind of ironic, if you think.  Eh?