The VA hospital here in West Memphis, where I work as a registered nurse, is a great deal of responsibility. My specialty is in psych nursing. I work on staff at the same VA where my father had spent so much time after Korea.
It’s a stressful position working with so many patients, but my greatest interest is working with amputees. When this started, I have no clue. One day, I’d realized I had a s****l attraction to amputee patients. This is weird because I’m not necessarily attracted to the person, but to their actual stumps.
It’s embarrassing and not something I go around speaking of. Hell, I can barely admit it to myself, but I find it hard to shut it off and ignore these feelings. The more time I spend working with my patients, the harder it is for me to ignore what goes on inside of
