When Nurses Go to Dinner

Five pediatric nurses walk into a restaurant, and I’m pretty sure our server immediately regretted the seating assignment.

When Nurses Go to Dinner

We were that table - you know the one. Laughing too loud, talking with our hands, probably oversharing stories that would make normal people uncomfortable.

But here’s the thing about nurse friends: we’ve seen everything. Literally everything. So when Sarah starts telling the story about the patient who was convinced his broken leg would affect his fertility, we don’t just chuckle politely - we lose it completely.

When Sarah tells the story about the patient who asked if his broken leg would affect his fertility

The kind of laughter that makes other diners stare and servers pause their wine pours.

Of course, after two bottles of wine between the five of us, someone suggested a group selfie.

Attempting a cute group selfie after two bottles of wine was… optimistic

This went about as well as you’d expect from a table of women who’ve been on their feet for twelve hours straight and are now pleasantly wine-tipsy. But eventually we devolved into the most mom thing ever - showing each other our phone galleries like we don’t see these same kid photos in our group chat daily.

The inevitable mom moment where we all show photos of our kids

Sometimes you need an evening where you remember you’re a person outside of “Mommy” and “Nurse Elena.” Even if you spend half of it talking about your kids anyway.