These days I hear a question – always the same question – over and over, everywhere I go. Actually, it’s just with strangers I hear this question. Folks who know me don’t need to ask: they’re already learned. It’s often just two words: “Tennis ball?” I’m not sure how long it’s been going on. My best guess? A few years now. It’s hard to say exactly how it all started, but this is how I remember it. I’m always looking for new ways to do things, better ways, especially at work. There’s not much I can change in a culture that often hates innovation almost as much as nuns did at the height of the Dark Ages: “We do it this way because that’s the way it’s done, that’s the way it’s always been done, that’s the way I was taught. Anything else is a sin, evil, forbidden, and shall be punished severely.” It’s perhaps the single greatest curse on the nursing profession. So many ways to make things better for everyone for all time, more ways than there are grains of sand on the beach, all forbidden. Even speaking of such things is often career poison. Sad but true. Most [...]![]()
