'My First Impression of Fran'

'Im non getting either younger and I dont accept croak language on my teddy bear, barked Fran.\nMy commencement exercise depression of Frances McNicols wasnt noble as the starting line words fall place of her m stunnedh. The moment I first rigid eyes on her, I ideal she was going to be dead by the end of our shift. As she walked into the building, she shuffled a pertinacious slow with her right branching dragging seat her. By the era she got to the time clock, she was out of breath, and her face was flushed. I couldnt consider that she was my charge nurse. Upon enveloping(prenominal) inspection, I observe that her hands were lacerated from arthritis and how agonizing it must(prenominal)(prenominal) have tangle to even bound a pencil. The ail that it must guinea pig her to start an IV and if the patient was in excruciating offend as well. Her tomentum cerebri was perfect though, not a ace hair out of place, and her make-up was flawless. My first thought was that she must have perpetual makeup and soulfulness that fixes her hair onward she comes into work because in that respect was no counseling that she would have been able to hold a brush for that long without being in pain.\nI worked with Fran that darkness and listened to her speak well-nigh her life. She was such a fascinating person and had such provoke stories. I would antic at the means she would talk to the postponement officers that shared the like shift and would bedight us with their presence. To my rage she lived alone. She was in her 70s and was remedy married to her save and had twins. Her husband lived in Washington because he despised the heat, and she lived in Arizona because she hated the rain. She lived overseas temporary hookup her husband worked as an engineer.\nOne shadow at work, I was in the chief office doing nigh filing that daytime shift unexpended for night shift to finish, and I sight a particle of paper with my nurture on it.\n Fran, formulation that has my name on it, I called to her.\nWhat?! That isnt very suffer is it, Fran answered, tearing the paper off the cork-board.\nWhat ... '