The Man Who Knew Who Killed Kennedy
Blood is thicker than oil
As I walked onto the nursing unit, I could feel the frenzied energy in the air. Nurses and aides were running around answering call lights. It was a shift change and the residents wanted to be attended to before staff was caught up in a report for half an hour.
I never did that. I wanted the good, bad, and ugly and I was out the door. I didn’t have time to gossip and hear anecdotal stories.
The day shift nurse started giving me report. You have a new admit from Jackson and his name is Father Fitzgerald. You will have to finish the assessment. “Great”, I thought in my head. Staff is cut on the afternoon shift so I am very busy too!” It is a 24-hour shop so it needs to get done I reasoned with myself.
I decided to go and introduce myself to my new resident before I did anything else. I knew from the report that my other residents were stable so I went and knocked on Father Fitzgerald’s door. “Come in”, said a quiet, tired-sounding voice. “Hello Father, my name is Robin Laurain and I am the Charge nurse today. I am going to finish your assessment if that is alright with you?” He looked at me and said, “Yes”. I could tell by his tired eyes that he needed some rest.
“You know Father, I have something I really need to do, could I help you get into bed so that…
