Fireworks, Haldol, and the 4th of July.
Look at that nurse. She looks so patriotic. I’d bet if her you asked her, she would tell you she is a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution. I love the flag that she's draped in, and I especially like her cap. I give her cap at 10/10 on the Emergiblog Cap Scale. She's dressed and ready for work. It looks like the 4th of July is her favorite holiday.
City Hall, Morning Sun, Iowa
My favorite holiday is the 4th of July, too. Independence Day is steeped in tradition. When I was a little girl spending my summers in Morning Sun, Iowa, my grandparents took me into town so I could participate in the local 4th of July festivities. We watched the annual tractor pulling competition, the Independence Day cakewalk, the greased pig contest, and of course I got to take a spin on the kiddy rides that were setup in front of City Hall. There was a horse show later in the evening followed by fireworks, and homemade cherry pie topped with vanilla ice cream. It was heaven on earth.
The 4th of July came with new traditions when I started working as a psychiatric nurse. The other nurses and I bring in fried chicken, watermelon, pies, and ice cream for our patients. We also brace ourselves for the surge of psychotic patients who traditionally flood into the unit when firecrackers start popping, and the fireworks start going off in the nighttime sky. My patients really think that the sky is falling and that the world is coming to an end. And God help us if a psychotic person has a few beers while watching Will Smith in Independence Day. They come running in believing that the aliens are out to get them. Damn aliens. They really know how to kill a holiday.
Giving a lot of Haldol is another 4th of July tradition. It’s a psychiatric nurse’s holiday drug of choice.