Sure, I may have acquiesced to standing at work, but I didn’t exactly suffer in silence. I can pour more eloquence into describing the pain in my knees, calves, feet, and heels, than I could into a love letter. But yesterday I learned I had something to be grateful for – at least nobody’s going to die because I’m uncomfortable. That isn’t necessarily true for nurses assisting in surgical procedures. It’s not like they can just pop out of a delicate operation and lay down because their feet got tired. And if their exhaustion gets the better of the them…