The job of life over decades of survival would spark from picking vegetables at 12 y.o. and falsified age requirements on SS# to start was my life. The military portion was another work experience although guided by the willful patriots. The foundations of work was r.n. and commercial fisherman. Much of the posts here today are surprising so strongly connected with medicine and mental instabilities. Health care inequality maybe seen via post pandemic eyes as demonstrating the needs of an overhaul. Deep inside the system revolves the desire for more pt. flow attached to weak coverage w/out of pocket expenses large enough to 25% medical bankruptcy filings.
A nurse was a good fit for me in spite of the massive longterm clinical changes as I remained dedicated and although terminated several times for social issues reveals an industry plum flush w/policies from phonies. Very oddly the desire to work as a civilian nurse continued and life’s road of jobs wants more. The nurse had soul and be trained to note failures and successes of treatments. The Nightingale team left the building long ago, shop w/advocate of experience.
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