It is difficult to celebrate Nurse’s Week after watching us violate every tenet of The Nightingale Pledge over the last three years.
“I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly, to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug. I will do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession, and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling. With loyalty I will endeavor to aid the physician, in his work, and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care.”
I violated my oath by wearing a mask for two years when it was not clinically indicated. It harmed me by exacerbating my asthma and elevating my heart rate and blood pressure. I harmed patients because mask wearing by healthcare providers gave the political theater legitimacy. It abused them by making it difficult to communicate.
I am guilty of participating in contact tracing when I did not refuse to ask patients their Covid status before letting them come back to work or school (We did that nonsense until February of this year).
I cannot even begin to discuss the stupidity of Covid testing through the drive-up window of a drugstore.
For all of it, I am heartily sorry.
I thank God for not being in the situation where I was ordered to administer harmful drugs such as Remdesivir or Paxlovid or experimental biological agents masquerading as “vaccines”.
He knew I would have been fired immediately for not complying with murder.
I was somehow able to survive the culling of healthcare of anyone upholding their oaths, but I wonder for how much longer?
While doctors and nurses and politicians and teachers and clergy want everyone to “move on” from Covid and forget the harm they have done, there are too many damaged and dead to allow anyone to forget.
Sure, the ruling class will try to distract us by starting a race war over yet another mentally ill drug addict dying while being restrained, and they have done a great job draining our bank accounts to give billions to gangsters overseas.
While we are fighting over pronouns and whether or not men should be allowed to show women and girls their junk in the ladies’ toilets, the laptop wizards and pharmaceutical executives will continue to profit.
And nurses, like doctors and teachers and priests and police officers and anyone else we used to look up to, will continue to collaborate with evil so they can make a living.
No, I will not be celebrating Nurses’ Week. I am too ashamed of what being a nurse means now.