I can’t believe it. I made it through my first week of orientation in one piece. Getting up at 3 AM in the morning and commuting into Big City is really rough. I’ve been putting a lot of thought this week into what I was going to tell you about UGH. Believe me, I want to tell you a lot of really great stories about that place. But here’s the thing. I can’t tell you anything about UGH. Congress truly wants me to keep my mouth shut. Rules are rules you know, and Big Brother, err, I mean our benevolent leaders are real sticklers about the rules. So, sorry guys, my lips are sealed.
Now I must tell you one thing about UGH before I move onto other subjects on my blog. There’s a reason for this. It’s because nurses need to know that there really is a place in the universe where we are revered as health care professionals.
UGH nurses are treated with admiration and respect. I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m just saying that because I’m a new nurse at UGH. I know that I am an UGH rookie, but please don’t forget that I’m also a hardcore cynic. It takes a lot to impress an old warhorse like me. Imagine my reaction when I saw a building on UGH’s campus that was named after a famous nurse. Yeah, UGH rocks.