March 17, 2006, 1:50 pm
It is my understanding (hat tip to: Grunt Doc) that yesterday was “Match Day” for the fourth year medical students.
To all our medical school colleagues/bloggers who made it through yesterday with your sanity intact, I hope you were able to “match” with your desired facility/specialty/residency.
When I worked at the local World Class Medical Center with Super Hard To Get Into Medical School, I was told that there were no longer “interns” but that they were now called “first year residents”. I called them fun to work with!
Either way, congrats to those who matched with their first or second choices.
And now that Blogger has graciously allowed me to view my own blog again (what is up with that?), I shall wish everyone a Happy St. Patrick’s Day and may the wind always be at your back and may no one steal your Lucky Charms!
As for me, tonight is a twelve hour night shift, so it’s back to bed for this EmergiNurse….
March 14, 2006, 4:31 am
Well, something tells me that this nurse will have an empty glass pretty quick here.
Which brings us to this week’s Grand Rounds
This week the Rounds are hosted by our favorite PICU nurse at Geek Nurse.
This week’s theme was “Glass Half Empty, Glass Half Full”.
Emergiblog is represented and I am honored to be a part of the collection of stories submitted this week.
Although I have to admit that my cup of coffee will be empty by the time I’m done and I may have an empty glass of Diet Pepsi sitting by the computer, too!
Nothing like a Tuesday morning in a quiet house with a hot, fresh cup of coffee and Grand Rounds! One of life’s not-so-little pleasures.
March 13, 2006, 1:01 pm
I wish I had Photoshop.
The line for this ad should be, “Are YOU A Registered Nurse?”
This is me after two twelve-hour shifts in a row and five within 6 days.
Actually, this was me after Grand Rounds…
Except I’m in sweats and, hopefully, not drooling.
I am, however, according to some family members, snoring.
The last movie I “dragged” myself through was “Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.” Managed to “drag” myself to that one three times. In one day.
My family has given up a lot more than one evening a week.
Because I live a Nurse Day Life.
“Hey Bartender, I’ll take a double.”
“Pretty strong stuff you’re askin’ for, little lady.”
“Sure is. Been handling it for twenty eight years. Sometimes on the rocks, sometimes straight up, but I wake up to it every day.”
You see, the nursing life doesn’t come without sacrifices.
I’ve been the first on the scene of a code and saved a life with the push of a button.
- I’ve missed the chance for memories of many holiday dinners with family members who are no longer here, because I had to work.
I’ve had a patient tell me that I’m the first person who has actually listened to them.
- I returned to my job five weeks after my son was born by C-section, because I had used up all my “sick time” leading up to his birth because I was sick for two months prior to his arrival.
I’ve been thanked by the homeless for a warm blanket and a meal.
- I slept through my daughter’s Confirmation because I had been up for 36 hours, working twelve-hour nights and unable to sleep the day before.
I’ve hugged the parents of a young woman who died unexpectedly after spending 8 hours working to save her.
- My daughter told me years later that the smell of one particular cologne made her sad to this day because it used to mean I was going to work.
I’ve helped first time parents gain confidence in working through their child’s first illness.
- My husband and I have worked opposite hours for 26 years so that someone would be home with and available for the kids.
I’ve had the opportunity to listen to the stories of the elderly who weren’t oriented to place but could describe their participation in World War II in vivid, fascinating detail.
- I’ve missed family vacations because I could not get the time off.
I’ve held the hand of an intubated, post-arrest patient and had them squeeze when I asked if they could hear me.
- I’ve missed seeing my daughter’s basketball games and cross-country runs because they were scheduled on my weekend to work.
I was meant to be a nurse.
- I give so much energy to it that twice I’ve suffered from depressive burn-out without my patients ever knowing.
There have been times when I have been exhilarated with nursing and times when I would give anything to be doing something else.
But somehow, when God handed out the gifts, mine was the ability to care for the sick.
Not the ability to play guitar in a rock band or sing like Ann Wilson, or play the violin in a world-class orchestra.
Didn’t even get a voice good enough to be slammed by Simon Cowell.
I think He was trying to tell me something.
Given the sacrifices, frustrations and impact that nursing has made on my life, would I choose to do it all again?