Reblogging this kind post from Bzirkone. Please give her blog a look!/
Giving me the hairy eyeball
Several months ago my youngest daughter graduated nursing school and moved 500 miles from home to work in a hospital. Soon after she started the job she became more and more anxious about her new career. She worried that she’d made the wrong decision with nursing. The patient/nurse ratio was overwhelming, the other nurses were proficient and confident while she second-guessed everything she did. A few doctors were demeaning and condescending and she started calling home every couple of nights with increasing panic.
I encouraged and consoled and used my best confidence-building pep talks during these calls but I worried. I was out of my league here. I could no more be a nurse than fly to the moon. I lack empathy. I mean I have plenty but it wears out pretty quick. Plus, there’s the whole blood, vomit, urine, feces issue. My husband’s morning…
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