No, You Wouldn’t
About twenty-five years ago, I met this nurse. She’d heard about me from another nurse. As I’d gotten to know Kay (I’ll call her by a fictitious name. As to not violate HIPPA). I found her to be incredibly insightful. Over time, she referred quite a number of potential clients to me.
As I worked on Kay–– we’d converse in my office––I felt that she would make a great medical doctor. I sort of wondered why she hadn’t taken that step. She like many nurses I’d met, I felt were exceptional in their intelligence and caring.
Many nurses I met through my business, were most grounded. More grounded than I’d seen in many medical doctors. These nurses were also open-minded. Their view of the world was patient and expanded.
I considered Kay however, to be at the top of the heap. Kay would question in detail––how I came up my scientific ideas and my conclusions. (Such as, how I once made my own orthotics; that actually worked for me.) And that type of thinking, I found was rare for anyone coming from the allopathic medical field. Our discussions were enriching.
One day Kay made a clear statement. A statement that validated who I was, what I did outside of my therapy career. Too, the inability to comprehend what I would do, willingly. It was on a subject she was totally unfamiliar with.
Kay said, “That’s just so torturous what you do.”
I commented, “You really think so?”
Kay replied, “Oh yeah. It has to be. Who would want to do that?”
I replied, “Gee, I never thought of it. I do what has to be done––I want something from it. I get a lot out of it.”
Kay remarked, “I don’t know. It’s got to be too painful. It must be.”
I relayed, “It’s not all that bad. You see a lot of
beautiful things. You feel it.”
She wagged her head.