Y'know what's great about being a nurse?

What's great is this: when your worried neighbor texts you just before dinner because her seven-month-old has a weird rash just spring up, and you can go over there and see him and her and reassure her that yes, it's just heat-rash, he'll be fine.

Because--and this is what gets me--her pediatrician told her the same thing, but she and her husband wanted to talk to a nurse, because nurses really know what's going on.

(Never mind that I know next to zilch about pediatrics, and that heat-rash is pretty easy to diagnose.)

It gives you the warm fuzzies.

(Plus, I got to play with a baby for a few minutes which, if you are a fan of babies for a few minutes at a time, as I am, is not a bad thing.)