Forty years ago I was 22, she was 23. I had been just released from the hospital after undergoing reconstructive surgery on my face from being in a terrible accident. I also suffered a collapsed lung and numerous other internal injuries. In a word, I felt Like my body was broken.
Angela (Angie) had recently received her RN degree and was working as a home health nurse, visiting patients like me who were recovering from surgeries or illnesses. She was very attractive and had recently moved to Oregon from Texas. She had a Texas twang and immediately called me Darlin’. She had a sense of humor that made me laugh, and my whole body hurt, but it was good for me.
My husband and I had been married only two months when I was in the accident. I was lying in bed the first time I looked up at Angie, and she looked like an angel, my nurse angel. She was there to help me get well.
I had never thought of being attracted to another woman. I was deeply in love with my husband, and I still am to this day, 40 years later. However, when Angie conducted what she called her initial assessment, a thorough head to toe exam, I felt an unexpected intimacy that I never experienced before with a woman.
She had the gentlest touch, and when she stethed under my breasts and palpitated my abdomen, even wearing surgical gloves, I began to feel chills. She first tried taking my temperature under my arm, but she couldn’t get a consistent reading and joked, “Darlin, we better do this in your behind.” She visited for about half an hour five days during the week and even some evenings. I began to look forward to her visits, taking my vital signs, stething my chest and abdomen, changing dressings, even injections that sometimes stung like crazy.
I was on heavy pain medication that I was sipping through a straw, and I was stupidly taking too much that I was constipated. Angie gave me laxatives and suppositories, but ultimately had to get in order from my doctor to give me enemas as needed. I was an enema newbie, and in the second enema that she gave me I came close to orgasm. It was unexpected, but Angie knew what was happening, and she quietly assured me that it was normal and to just go with the feelings.
At that moment, lying in bed with an enema tube my behind, I experienced sexual feelings for another woman that I had never felt before and had not experienced that strong since.
I was under her care as the primary nurse for about two months, and during that time we became very close, but just friends, nothing else. She was always professional with never a hint of any inappropriate behavior, but I couldn’t get over feeling an attraction. I never dreamed of being attracted to a woman in tight jeans with a great butt, but I was. I think it was largely because Angie was a nurse, and during my lifetime I have a deep respect for nurses and what they do.
Long story short, she asked if I would be the godmother of her daughter, and of course, I said yes. I remember with love my angel Angela, who helped me heal physically and emotionally. Fifteen years later she was in a crosswalk and was struck and killed by a drunk driver. I am still deeply saddened.