Yupp, I did my first one this week. Let me just say that if it were not for my patient thanking me profusely the WHOLE time, I would think that this was one of the worst experiences in my life. But as it was, it is slightly behind having a hospice patient (who we never have, and I felt unprepared for) die on you.
There is only one way to deal with being a nurse, and that is sharing your stories. How does this fit in with HIPPA laws? Keep everything personal out of it. I've become a pro at this. See, Hubs and I live in a relatively small town, and I cannot cope, sometimes, in any other way that sharing. Such was it with the Soap Suds Enema Story as it will later be know as, probably for the rest of my life, actually. SO I share my stories, and I make people laugh at how awful my job is. Then I make them cry at how sad and heartbreaking my job is. Then I'll tell a truly inspiring story and all of a sudden feel so blessed to be a part of my patient's lives. It's so much more than I expected when I became a nurse.
So much more emotion. Love, anger, hope, despair, sadness, anxiety, depression, and even insanity. I see so much emotion on a day to day basis that I sometimes worry that I'll become immune to it. To feeling. But, I guess if I'm worrying about it, then I'm probably not the type that that will ever happen to. I'll see in a few years!
Natalie
... and I'll cry if I want to.
Can I just say how much birthdays suck once you have passed 21?! It's also worse once you have graduated college. At least then you still had some fun. It seems to me like every year I get more and more disappointed with my birthday and Christmas.
I'm sure it's normal. We just grow up and have more worries. We no longer just want something for your birthday, but you also have an understanding about finances. Why what you want/want to do is not necessarily a good idea. You talk yourself out of splurging for the day, out of having fun.
Today I have done nothing. The only redeeming part of my day was the birthday sex upon waking up. You can always count on that. However, everything else has been disappointing. DH is ever mindful of our finances and officially guilted me out of even wanting to go out to eat, or to the movies. I know it wasn't his intent, but there it is. So I cooked dinner, and read. Happy 24th bday to me! :/ With no Mom, Dad, or sister to spoil me, I have spent most of the day at my house, minus one trip to my brother and sister-in -laws house for lunch. It's so depressing!
It's nine forty five and I'm in bed. Yet another lovely thing about being an adult. I have work in the morning. Ugh. Well, I can officially count this one as one of the worst bday's I've had. Being old sucks.
Can I just say how much birthdays suck once you have passed 21?! It's also worse once you have graduated college. At least then you still had some fun. It seems to me like every year I get more and more disappointed with my birthday and Christmas.
I'm sure it's normal. We just grow up and have more worries. We no longer just want something for your birthday, but you also have an understanding about finances. Why what you want/want to do is not necessarily a good idea. You talk yourself out of splurging for the day, out of having fun.
Today I have done nothing. The only redeeming part of my day was the birthday sex upon waking up. You can always count on that. However, everything else has been disappointing. DH is ever mindful of our finances and officially guilted me out of even wanting to go out to eat, or to the movies. I know it wasn't his intent, but there it is. So I cooked dinner, and read. Happy 24th bday to me! :/ With no Mom, Dad, or sister to spoil me, I have spent most of the day at my house, minus one trip to my brother and sister-in -laws house for lunch. It's so depressing!
It's nine forty five and I'm in bed. Yet another lovely thing about being an adult. I have work in the morning. Ugh. Well, I can officially count this one as one of the worst bday's I've had. Being old sucks.
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