Of Nurses and Politics. . .

Posted by on Oct 1, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 2 comments

Of Nurses and Politics. . .

Of Nurses and Politics. . .

(This blog post is a repeat from 2012. However, considering the current events in America I believe it is timely!)

I started my new job last week and I have two more days of corporate orientation. Then I get to start my “on the job training” in the ICU/CCU.


Since my official residence is still in South Carolina and I am a republican, I am voting this week.


Now, I realize there may be an apparent disparity between those two events, but I think not. I’ll explain why.


I started thinking about this last month when I finished my last week at Lexington Medical Center.  I was so, so, so glad to be done. But, I was desperately saddened. I was leaving “my peeps”. I’ve never called a group that before. For some reason—I’m unsure why—I bonded more than ever before with my coworkers. I think it may have been our differences.


The group that worked the night shift were from all over. There were some from the South, sure. But, there were some from the Midwest, the Northeast, the Philippines, Norway, and even one from that foreign-est of foreign places, South Dakota. But, that didn’t matter.


It also didn’t matter that we were of all different persuasions of religion and politics. There were ultra-conservative people, bleeding hearts, those who really didn’t have an opinion, and some in the middle. We were of every color, “red and yellow, black and white.”


We even had different styles of nursing. There were the “rule followers” who believed the policy is the ultimate document. There was the laissez faire, laid-back sort. There were the

“Lone ranger” nurses who liked to do things themselves, and then there were the “it’s all more fun if we do it as a group” type.


Oh, there were differences. Differences of style, differences of personality, differences of beliefs, and even differences of opinion, otherwise called disagreements. Oh yes, there were disagreements.




There was a unifying cause. There was something that trumped all of those differences and disagreements and that was what made us a team. The patient.


Nothing brings a team of nurses together like these words, “Call a Code.” Or even the slightly less terrifying, “I need help in here.”


When a patient is “crashing” the nurses come together and there is one goal, saving the patient. All differences are forgotten and they work as a team to make sure the patient survives. Maybe things aren’t done exactly like the “rule followers” would like. Maybe the “bleeding hearts” don’t get everything they would like. But, the patient gets their best group effort.


Here was my thinking as I finished at Lexington and now this week as I am being introduced to a new team. I was privileged to work in the midst of such a great and diverse group of nurses. I learned a lot from them, even those I didn’t agree with. Sometimes especially from them. My hope for my new job is that I will find a similar team of co-workers. There is nothing like it.


So, what on earth does that have to do with voting?


If only. If only our leaders in Washington would act like nurses. If only they would realize that our country is in crisis, our economy is “crashing”. In fact, it seems like it might even be “coding.”


I don’t know yet who I am voting for. I only know that I wish the leaders of our country would put aside their differences and save our country. I wish they would act like nurses.

Buy me now!

Buy me now!



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  1. margie houmes

    I love you, Miriam! Thank you for that insightful message! You…are amazing! Have you ever considered the presidency? I nominate YOU!