You know how some kids want to be an actress or a professional athlete when they grow up? Not me. I wanted to be a male nurse. Seriously, it’s true. Ask my mom. So when I saw this male nurse action figure on ArchieMcPhee.com, I knew I had to have it.
When I was 4, I was in a car accident with my mom. It was Super Bowl Sunday. Not that that is something integral to the story, but it was Super Bowl Sunday so I thought I’d throw that little factoid in there. It was a fender bender, pretty minor, but I had two bloody noses and a fat lip. I was taken to the hospital as a precautionary measure. (Actually, it was one nose with blood coming out of both nostrils, but stay with me here.)
When we got to the hospital, a man dressed in scrubs examined me. I, being 4 and a curious kid, started chatting him up. I asked him if he was a doctor. He said no, that he was a “male nurse.” I had no idea what a male nurse was but I pretended that I did so I didn’t look ignorant. He must’ve made quite the impression on me because I later announced to my parents and, frankly, anyone who would listen, that I was going to be a male nurse when I grew up. They of course thought it was hilarious. I remember getting pretty bent out of shape after someone told me that I couldn’t be a male nurse. Hadn’t my mother told me I could be anything I wanted to be if I worked hard enough?
Seeing as how I hate vomit, blood and whiny people, I don’t think I’d make a great nurse, male or otherwise. Though I could totally be a male nurse if I really wanted to be one. There would have to be some surgeries involved, and it would be rather expensive, but I could’ve done it. (I’m stubborn that way.)
What did you want to be when you were little?