Princess Of White Starch
Hey look, there’s another Princess Nurse. And I thought I was the only one. Her name is Flower Palmer. Apparently people think her nursing cap looks like a crown. They must not know that diamond tiaras are a girl’s best friend. Nurse Palmer is young, smart, and idealistic, but unfortunately she has a big problem. Like a lot of other women, she would rather marry a frog than a prince. See her staring at the doctor. He treats her with disrespect, and she wants to be with him.
Our Princess Nurse is engaged to her Prince Charming, Jimmy Scott. He’s handsome, fabulously wealthy, and very much in love with Flower. He’s also the nephew a mega-bizillionaire who just happens to be one of Flower’s patients. So, what’s her problem? Read on to find out:
"Two women in the Scott Mansion hated Nurse Palmer. And there also was Dr. Lester Dean, the dark-haired, moody, unpredictable young doctor at the hospital, whose anger and contempt and sudden passion had shaken and frightened Flower."
"Dr. Lester greeted Flower with a cynical smile. ‘Well, if it isn’t our little Princess nurse. I suppose I should congratulate you on catching the nephew of your first wealthy patient, but I’m really a little disappointed in you. I thought you dedicated your life to alleviating suffering.’ Flushing, she blurted angrily, ‘Whatever I do can’t possibly be of interest to you.’ He stopped suddenly and his lips came down on hers, hard, demanding. And for a minute her lips met his demand, while blood raced through her veins at runaway speed. Then she tore herself away from him and her hand flashed to his face with a resounding slap.”
But in the end she dumps the rich, handsome, nice boyfriend for the moody, creepy doctor. I think our Princess of White Starch has her cap on too tight and it’s cutting off the blood supply to her brain. I’ve never been able to figure out why some women like “bad boys.” Maybe they think that if they kiss their frog enough times, he’ll turn into a prince. I hate to tell you this ladies, but that only happens in fairytales.
Don’t be like the Princess of White Starch. Stop kissing frogs and find a nice prince.
19 Comments:
"Demanding lips"? Oh, the visual! Do you know any available nice princes in Texas?
I think the reasoning goes something like this: "If the frog remains a frog, that's life. If sacrificial love and understanding can turn him into a prince, I'm a heroine and deserve to live happily ever after. But if I kiss a prince and he turns out to be a frog -- how could I ever live that down?"
Merry Christmas, Princess Nurse! You are the greatest! Nobody but you would have thought of adapting Grand Rounds to a Charlie Brown theme!
Is it just me or does the doc in the photo with Princess Starchy look like Doug Ross from the "ER" days of yore?
Or maybe I just have Clooney on the brain.
(I used to love those "bad boys" but I lived to regret it, heh.) Merry Christmas, everybody--I'm having Christmas in Dallas, and am just now "recovering" from a last-minute Christmas shopping trip to the mall....
merry chirstmas to you and your family :)
Merry Christmas, MJ. I hope you are not working this weekend.
dear nurse ratchet,
i love the artistic quality of your blog--
keep up the good work!!
love,
kate loving shenk
Another beautifully written article. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
I laughed from start to finish!! Thanks for that and have a very Merry Christmas!
croak
It sounds like the Princess could be a little starchy.
Have a lovely Christmas!
Student nurse Jack, it's not just you, I see it too.
Where can I get a tunic like Prince charming with gold braiding across the chest?
Merry Christmas everybody!
Merry Christmas Girl
I am so taking that advice Mother Jones. I am tired of all the frog spit!
I was all set to say "Ribbit" -- and then I read shrinked immaculate's comment.
That's what I get for not being on line all weekend.
Merry Christmas, MJ.
Hey, don't be knocking "Princess of White Starch's" nursing cap!!! The nursing cap of my Associate Degree program looked just like that!!! I hated every second I had to wear it. It never stayed straight. I was so glad to ditch it when I started working in the Neonatal ICU and we couldn't wear caps!!! (too dirty and too in the way) Imagine that!
Don't worry, I ran across a 'frog' four years ago, and learned my lesson too well. Today, I have a 'prince' who treats me with respect and love.
Hey there is hope. 50% of nurses leave the hospital after the 1st year. Too many frogs?
Amen to that, Mama Jones. Girls out there should get over their obsession with bad boys who are good for nothing but treating them badly.
I happen to know a very nice, polished, dashing young medic who just happens to be single... ;)
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