Today, I am happy I am going to be a Doctor

Let me start this post by saying that I am very grateful for nurses. However, I remembered today why I didn't want to be a nurse. I walked in to pre-round on a patient this morning. This was a very large woman with very swollen legs that had some sort of weird rash on them. As I prepared to leave, I asked her if there was anything she needed. She asked if I could rub some lotion on her legs. Now, remember that there are not too many things in this world that gross me out, but these were some pretty gross legs. I hesitated for a moment and then told her, "Well, I can actually find your nurse and have him or her do that." So, I found her nurse, and he may have liked his job, but as I walked off after asking him to re-apply the lotion ("It puts on the lotion!" --name that movie), I could sense that that moment he wished he was a doctor, too. When I told the resident about it, she said, "You didn't put it on did you? You know, that's not your job." Although I have and will continue to deal with many gross things, today I am happy that I am going to be a doctor.