The Nurse

The changing of attitudes through experience.

The Nurse

 

The bun is ready to come out of the oven, nearly there, the steely eyed robot

mechanically watching with the book, she reads the machines and pats my head, new

shining gold caresses the dreaming digit. My baby appears and stares at me, 'do I know

you?' 'you will, have you got ESP?' Darkness while slumber realigns the bloated oven

and flue pipe. Sub woofer screams echo through the halls at dawn. Robot harrumphs,

vilifying Italians, 'they get paid to scream loud'. Two summers on and number two bun

bursts from the oven, no robot this time, just experience and care. Twelve hours and a

restful slumber later at breakfast they appear. Each litter tenanted, so a shake down was

placed at our feet--no-one on board yet. Groans could be heard, getting closer and closer,

in the doorway appears a wheelchair containing--the robot, swollen with her bun just out

of the oven. The propeller of the chair states 'nurses! they're the worst patients.'

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