Nurses Week

So movie stars get the Oscars. A night of glamour and sparkle. Of tuxedos and ties. Of jewelry and gowns. Luxury and elegance. A night of adulation and golden statues and speeches that most of us don’t even pay attention to.

Then there’s me.

I don’t get a night. I have a whole week celebrating what I do.

I don’t have a gown. I have scrubs covered in bodily fluids that aren’t mine.

I don’t have the opportunity to make a speech. I have the opportunity to make a difference.

I am not a movie star.

I am a nurse.