23/07/2025
Before TikTok, There Were Bedpans
A tribute to the nurses who did it first — and did it with heart.
Before we filmed our scrubs and slow-mo walks,
They were wiping fevered brows in silence.
No followers.
No filters.
Just fight.
And still… they showed up. Every shift.
Not for likes —
But for life.
Before “nursefluencer” was a thing,
They were bleeding into double shifts,
Skipping meals,
Tucking their own pain beneath surgical masks
Long before we called it burnout.
They charted with pens, not tablets.
They memorized meds without Google.
They wore uniforms stiff with starch,
Not because it looked good on camera —
But because it told the world:
“I’m here to serve.”
There were no viral dances in break rooms.
Just cracked heels,
Sore backs,
And the kind of stories that never made headlines.
They didn’t need ring lights to be radiant.
Their glow came from holding hands
That were cold,
Shaking,
Sometimes dying —
And still not letting go.
They didn’t post about compassion.
They practiced it.
In broom closets turned break rooms,
In dim corridors,
At 3AM when a patient just needed someone
To sit and say,
“I’m here.”
We decorate our halls with motivation quotes.
They were the quote —
Etched into the very walls of the profession.
And while we chase algorithms,
They chased flat lines —
And sometimes, brought them back.
They were nurses
Before hashtags.
Before hydration challenges.
Before the world started watching.
And they never asked to be seen —
Only to be respected.
So when we walk into the ward,
Phones in our pockets and apps on our minds,
Let’s remember this:
Before TikTok, there were bedpans.
Before aesthetics, there was agony.
Before reels, there was resilience.
Before social media fame —
There were silent heroes.
And if we forget them,
We forget the roots
That keep this profession sacred.
So here’s to them —
The nurses who taught us
That the most powerful legacy
Isn’t posted.
It’s lived.