I sat on a cylindrical stool, eyes bleary from the early hour. Navy scrubs freshly pressed, my nursing school patch tacked to my left shoulder. Would anyone notice I used hot glue and whipstitches? I remember the sound my clipboard made as I attached a fresh piece of paper. The whoosh was faint and mimicked
Nurses, stop eating your young: a call for change originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
