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
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