I'm
not a nurse but a doctor. Well, I remember the 12-year-old boy we had on the pediatric
floor with a fractured shaft of the femur. I was told by my boss to give him one or
another antibiotic by I/V push. When I entered his room, he looked me up and
down and then said: “You, you’re that f*****g fat, they could feed the whole
f*****g world off of you for three f******g years!!!” Now I take an American
size 12, which is not exactly sylph-like but neither is it fat, by most
standards.
My reaction to this was to leave his room at a
dignified but speedy pace to head for the doctors’ lounge, where I could have a
good belly laugh. I found it hysterically funny and it would not have been good
for the boy to have seen me laughing. But at the same time, I was disgusted at
this river of profanity that flowed unchecked from this child’s lips. And if
his parents were there, they only egged him on to find new profanities with
which to shock and upset the nursing and medical staff. For instance, I heard
him shout “C’mere, you old bag of bones” to the head nurse. Most of his
comments had to do with our weight or our figures for some reason.
When this little monster of a boy was
discharged from hospital, we all breathed a sigh of relief. But later that
year, I met him at the bus stop outside the hospital. he said “Hiya, fatty, I’m
coming on your ward next week to have my metal taken out. I replied “it’s not
my ward any longer K____, I’m on a new rotation. Guess what, the OR”. I made
this statement as meaningful as I could, short of verbally threatening him.
I find it shocking that children are allowed
to come out with such language as a matter of routine, Moreover, for its
parents to encourage it to invent new insults with which to insult the staff
who was there to care for their child is the utter end.
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