Hippie Nurse…Hippie Nurse. What is that all about you might ask. Well it is the beginning and the end…the alpha and the omega of my adulthood. As a child of the 60’s, I was indeed a hippie, a flower child, a San Francisco flower child. Now, as I approach 60, I am a nurse. Something I always wanted to do, even if I did wait quite a while to get started. As I look at all my hats…Mom, wife, sister, daughter, co-worker, friend, I have to admit “Registered Nurse”, RN, after my name makes me proud. Probably because I was 50 when I started nursing school. Why, you ask, did you wait so long? It just didn’t happen til then. Life happened. Then life opened a door and I jumped through. I’m almost 60 now and I have lots of opinions (I think I’m entitled to those). Some of which evolved from my history (see first post). Some of which are still evolving.