I wasn't one of those people who always wanted to be a nurse. I sort of got into it by accident, literally. In November 2005, I was in a car accident and although I only broke my arm I had to stay in the hospital for about a week. That week, my life trajectory changed. That path took me to New York City where I have stayed for the past five years.
These past five years I have studied and crammed and had sleepless nights because of school. When I started working it didn't really get that much better. More sleepless nights, minor panic attacks...basically living the stress-laden dream that is nursing. Then to top it off, I went back to school to finish my Master's degree so on top of work-induced stress and panic, I added on school-induced stress and more sleepless nights. Was I crazy to do so? Maybe, maybe not. At the end of this journey, I am a stronger person. Slightly more crazy and still a little bit immature but definitely stronger and more confident.
In this journey, I made some really great friends. Friends that understand what it's like to be a nurse. Friends that understand the demands of the job. Friends that have the same crazy schedule. Friends that I hope to have for a lifetime....even after I move back to California.
Again, happy nurses week! Tell a nurse "thanks!" next time you see them.
xoxo
