My idea of a nurse is some form of delight when you're sick. Not some hard-ass insensitive lunatic who drops you out of your bed when you can barely move, as depicted in some WWII European film. However, my crazy visions of nurses changed from flossy characters, to militaristic matrons, into one caring souls seeming so lost and forlorn. I am not absolutely sure if this is the real case but!
Once out of their uniforms, they get back to their nature of, er..multiple choice: beauty or beast in the eyes of the beholder which boils down to individual differences. Right? Yes, this is not disputable. Find a lawyer if you want some outlet for your personal check to validate your assumptions so or if you can find a leverage to have a reason for a valid cause of action, also tick that option for free medical advise including your partners to get a proof of evidence for your real psychological frame of mind which can be assessed for free as well, as a bonus.
One poor dolly from Poland almost lost her mind when she was assigned to cancer patients who croaks it everytime she gets her shift. For six months she became the tortured daughter of Mother Therressa and she lost her youth in just a week of dancing with Death. She prays for the remissions of her patient's sins as they confess in their delerium, to her horrors as she summons all her Saints to give her courage to bless this poor soul sharing this purgatorious remaining days or hours of this human's life. That is their cross. Have they carried it well? I think so, otherwise, they would have been six feet under as well.
After several instances of experiencing life while everyone dies, some souls remain with them and it does not matter anymore for as long as they get the top marks for performance. Professionalism is of the core essence, which gives them added values. That's life! It comes and goes.
Then to kill time, there are plenty of shops to hit on and release that wad of bills that burns a whole in their pockets. Next stop, the basement or the wall to throw some solid punches waiting for the next call of duty.
PROBLEMS ARISE WHEN mental patients develop an inkling to pursue a relationship out of the hospital zones. This becomes a real issue affecting communities. Patients get used to seeking advise and this dramatic antics are normally treated by nurses/carers as "pure work", it adds more digits in their wage slips. That's basically one simple work done, no sweat at all. One needle to their buttocks or arms and that's done and dusted. Who's next? That's the problem. The line snakes all the way down to London.