I look good with a stethoscope hanging around my neck.
I find humor in things most people find disgusting.
I get to medically evaluate if a Dr’s epidermis is as thin as often appears.
The money. Yep, its gotta be the money.
I no longer have a gag reflex. (Wait for it)
I thought nursing school might also equip me to also become a lactation consultant.
I get to have a coffee mug that says, “I didn’t choose the Scrub Life, the Scrub Life chose me.”
I get to put exclamation marks on medical charts.
I wear an “Enema of the State” shirt under my uniform.
I can’t fix stupid. But I can sedate it.