Linda Westbrook

After surgery and then a mini melt-down in my room, Linda came in to find me crying. I didn't ring my help button because I'm usually so self-sufficient and all my requests seemed so trivial. She unplugged my IV so I could change into a more comfortable shirt, she brought me warmed wash cloths, wipes and towels. She fixed my sheet and blanket which had twisted themselves into a tangled mess.  She got me fresh ice water, jello and crackers to help my stomach. I cried when she left not because I was still in pain, but because to me she exemplifies the definition of a nurse. She consoled, comforted and made me feel not like I was being petty, but made me feel ok about not feeling ok. Thanks Linda!