okay not really.. i totally made it up in my head but i love it and im going to embrace it
super good-looking male nurse, beard and all on the ICU floor last night. he was buddies with the nurse that i was following. we had a GI bleed patient and spent the evening replenishing his blood and plasma.
stud nurse, we will call him McSteamy.. (HA!) came around and hung out with us most of the evening. i didnt mind one bit. then he asked if i wanted to change a dressing on his patient. OF COURSE.
he talked me through a picc line dressing – which i knew how to do but he was SO nice about it, i let him soothe me with his kind and thorough instructions – that smile and beard – SHEESH. the patient was confused and fussy, so he held her arm down with his strong, muscular arms as i dressed the line. oh, i swoon!
after i completed the task, awesomely i might add, he says, “i have an even better dressing you can change when you get a chance” — UH YES!
this time, same patient, but her femoral a-line (covered with a pannus the size of a bowling ball) needed the clean dressing. we were prepping the area, getting sterile gloves ready and lining her bed with a chuck because apparently when you unscrew the new tubing in, the arterial pressure shoots out bright red blood everywhere – (he warned me several times about this!) … when i said, “gee, will there be enough room for us both?” – the bedside table had all our supplies and this side of the room was more cramped – he says, “oh yea, we’ll just have to get close.. if you don’t mind.” I die. No. I. Do. Not. Mind. One. Bit.
he talks me beautifully through this a-line dressing. arterial blood did not squirt everywhere because i am lightning fast when i need to be. i anchored my hand on his during this! EPPPP! im such a fucken sucker. ha!
anyways, nothing more romantic than a mcsteamy, so smart and handsome, talking me through an a-line dressing, our hands caressing (not really LOL) each other. my imagination runs wild. thank you mcsteamy for being such a patient and sweet and beautiful instructor.
26 years old, owns his own place, works as an RN and word has it – he wants to do travel nursing (ME TOO)
no, i did not get his number and he did not get mine. im a student and i feel it would be unprofessional but dang, that was my last day of clinical. i dont think ill ever see him again (unless i work on that floor which would be fucken SWEET) either way, i enjoyed my time and feeling the silly feelings of crushing on someone. just one of those situations where its hard to make a move.
nursing school… surrounding me with mcsteamys.. thank you but what do you do when you’re crushing hard on someone and you’re the student?