Post by skylarkragtop on Sept 8, 2005 14:55:48 GMT -5
Thanks George. Your post was meaningful.
Sweety, thanks for being a nurse.
This post was from about a year ago. September 1st (a week ago) I started my second year in the nursing program. When I posted this last year, I had not started yet. I'm doing well with it. A couple of B+'s and an A so far. I am now starting pediatrics and psych. Today my instructor assigned me to the ICU. She told me she sees me going into pediatrics. I'd been thinking labor and delivery. We'll see. I am a success story. I can not wait to graduate in May.
My wife keeps using the word "if".... "if you graduate, we'll...."
I keep saying "what do you mean, IF?" She says, "well, you know"
When you have a history of not finishing what you start, spouting off grandiose ideas and farfetched visions, and never follow through, you earn yourself the "if". I'd have thought by now, with the sticktoitiveness I've shown, my 53 credits and 3.88GPA, that I'd have earned the "when" by now. I guess I've gotten to 90% done before, and dropped the ball on a few things.
Not this time. I have no choice. I've told too many people. I've told myself that this is what I have to do. I've told my boy that daddy's gonna be a nurse. He's proud of me. He's 3 and a half, and he's counting on me. I've got nothing that I want to fall back on, nothing I want to go back to doing. I want to be a nurse. I will be a nurse. I am a nurse.
Yesterday at the park a seven year old girl fell off the play structure and split her eyelid open. No park workers were in the maintainence building, but I found their first aid kit and prepped all the gauze with peroxide, handed it off to her mom, and gave her the tape to approximate the wound's edges to minimize the formation of scar tissue... then I find out the mom is a nurse. I told her I'm a nursing student, and she thanked me for keeping my cool and helping her out.
SR
Sweety, thanks for being a nurse.
This post was from about a year ago. September 1st (a week ago) I started my second year in the nursing program. When I posted this last year, I had not started yet. I'm doing well with it. A couple of B+'s and an A so far. I am now starting pediatrics and psych. Today my instructor assigned me to the ICU. She told me she sees me going into pediatrics. I'd been thinking labor and delivery. We'll see. I am a success story. I can not wait to graduate in May.
My wife keeps using the word "if".... "if you graduate, we'll...."
I keep saying "what do you mean, IF?" She says, "well, you know"
When you have a history of not finishing what you start, spouting off grandiose ideas and farfetched visions, and never follow through, you earn yourself the "if". I'd have thought by now, with the sticktoitiveness I've shown, my 53 credits and 3.88GPA, that I'd have earned the "when" by now. I guess I've gotten to 90% done before, and dropped the ball on a few things.
Not this time. I have no choice. I've told too many people. I've told myself that this is what I have to do. I've told my boy that daddy's gonna be a nurse. He's proud of me. He's 3 and a half, and he's counting on me. I've got nothing that I want to fall back on, nothing I want to go back to doing. I want to be a nurse. I will be a nurse. I am a nurse.
Yesterday at the park a seven year old girl fell off the play structure and split her eyelid open. No park workers were in the maintainence building, but I found their first aid kit and prepped all the gauze with peroxide, handed it off to her mom, and gave her the tape to approximate the wound's edges to minimize the formation of scar tissue... then I find out the mom is a nurse. I told her I'm a nursing student, and she thanked me for keeping my cool and helping her out.
SR