Boning up on all my mad nursing skillz, I pulled out all of my tools and got down to brass tacks. This includes my pen lights, stethoscope, scrubs, pink floppy phalic things (wait..what?), and whatever else I need, including Mr Army Bear.
As he was a year ago, Mr Army Bear was, and is again in recent weeks, my focal point for any activities related to a Health Assessment. When I had to practice on someone, but no one was to be found, there was Mr Army Bear to assist me in any shape, form or fashion. At the very least, he provided a person (of sorts) to address on those days where I wasn't really in the mood for a partner.
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