“I could never be a nurse. I can’t stand blood.”
Honestly, it’s not about standing blood. You really don’t see much of it.
It’s about how much you can stand poop and wiping it off someone’s rear over and over and over. It’s about how far your bladder can stretch before you get two second together to pee. It’s about holding someone’s hand while they are crying despite the fact that your other patient’s blood pressure needs to be addressed and you still have to document on all five patients.
It’s nursing. It’s the best job in the world.