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From Anonymous:
About 10 years ago, my mom is in a bad car accident while driving in New Hampshire.One day after the accident, it is unclear if Mom is going to live or die. We are told it’s about 50/50 either way. Because of the severe burns, they have Mom deeply sedated, so we can’t talk to her; all we can do is reach through the oxygen tent with a rubber glove and pat her unconscious body.
And as my dad, my siblings, and I stand outside the Severe Burn Unit of the hospital, trying to figure out what to do with ourselves while we wait to learn if Mom is going to live or die, a nurse passes by, sees us, and exclaims, in a chipper, I’ll-cheer-you-up coo, “So many frowns!”
I mean, saying this to unhappy looking strangers would be an assholey thing to do under any circumstances. But OUTSIDE A FUCKING BURN WARD? WHEN YOU ARE A FUCKING NURSE?
Wow.
