Finally a Grown Up

This has been a big week in my professional life. I came off of my twelve week training at work, which means I am no longer under the guidance of a preceptor. Instead, I am the sole bedside nurse caring for my patients. In the words of my co-workers, I’m finally a ‘grown-up.’

I have to admit that I was nervous about being totally on my own, but so far it’s gone really well. I’m starting to develop my own strategy and am constantly in situations where I have to push myself. I’m also learning that after years of traveling to/living in various remote corners of the earth, nothing seems quite so scary. Not even surgeons. Ok, maybe sometimes

At this very moment, I am home from working all night. In fact, I am at the end of a three night stint, and am happy to have a couple of days off. But instead of sleeping I find myself reflecting on the path I walked to become a nurse and how revealing it is.

It is a joy to be around sick people. There is something refreshing and satisfying about constantly being in the middle of the messiness…even when it is painful and hard. I experience more brokenness and authenticity in the hospital than anywhere else.

I’ve only been a nurse for a short time but I already know that I will remember some of my patients for the rest of my life.

When it comes to a few, they are always on my mind. When I’m driving, when I’m eating out, when I’m shopping, when I’m smiling and greeting people at church, etc. I constantly think of them.

Although our path is not as straight as it once was, I am so glad I went through all I did to become a nurse. I’m so thankful that God gave me this opportunity and I hope that no matter where I work or in what capacity that it really will be for his glory and not my own.

Ok, I’m starting to fall asleep. More posts to come. I should show some pics of our house decorated for Christmas before the actual day itself. Here’s to hoping!

 

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