A month ago, my unstable, delirious, and hallucinating ICU patient asked me “Am I dead?” Did I die?” while I waited for the SWAT team, and prayed she’d make it through the night. Today, she’s preparing for discharge, & calls me by name when she sees me. THAT is why I’m a nurse.
I’ve forgiven people for things they didn’t apologize for, and showed no remorse for, but the boundaries and distance I created to protect myself are something I will never feel guilty for.
I just knowww Florida Credit Union be shaking their head at my checking account that is literally one giant food diary. 😂😭🫠 One thing about me? I’m gonna eat.
Super deep, but I often wonder what my liver failure patients were like before alcoholism took away their health and their lives. Truly one of the hardest things to watch.
When you and your classmates from nursing school make a pact to go after another degree together, so you can suffer together at least one more time. 🥰🫶🏼 See y’all at graduation Pt. 2.
One of the saddest parts of my job is having to explain to a patient that they do not need to feel embarrassed for needing my help. Nobody should ever have to feel so defeated, and it breaks my heart to see people get choked up out of embarrassment.
The truth is, I don’t drive a manual because I just know God didn’t want to watch me commuting home from Gainesville, shifting gears with a nugget in my free hand, while balancing an open Chick-Fil-A sauce on my thigh.