Today there are 3 reasons I woke up feeling OLD.
Reason #1: It is Saturday morning and I am wide awake at 7:10 for no other reason than I went to bed at 10pm last night. This has become completely normal for me. Even the days I don't get up for work at 5:45 the next morning, being awake past 11:00 is rare.
Reason #2: I am wearing my glasses right now. In fact, I wear my glasses a lot lately, and quite honestly I think I need a stronger prescription. Oh presbyopia*, I hoped you wouldn't come so soon.
Reason #3: I can say these four words in order - "I love my job." This last one doesn't make me feel old so much as (dare I say it) grown up. I worked hard to get to this phase in my life, the phase where I can say I have a career, where I am proud to tell people what I do for a living, and where I respect my chosen profession and the people I work with. I'm an RN. I'm a burn nurse.
Granted, I am brand new to it all. I'm a "baby nurse." I am still in the 3+ month long orientation process at my hospital. My view on it all may change as I continue progressing and am out on my own soon without the "safety net" of a preceptor (another RN that I work with who is assigned to teach and help me as I need it). Maybe I'm wearing rose-colored glasses and will find that hospital politics and personalities aren't so different from those I encountered in school, or corporate life. Maybe I won't feel a little rush every time I walk through the doors of the hospital in the morning to start my shift, knowing that I'm really a part of this place, this entity. Those are some major maybes, and they are some of the main reasons I am inspired to type out some chronicles of my life at this point. If I ever lose that rush or this pride, I want to be able to look back and remember how it felt to be a new nurse, fresh and new and shiny, bursting at the seams with optimism and idealism.
Or maybe, just maybe, I chose exactly the right job for me and I will stay enthused for years to come. I'm crossing my fingers for that one.
*presbyopia = "the permanent loss of accommodation of the crystalline lens of the eye that occurs when people are in their 40s, marked by the inability to maintain focus on objects held near to the eye". In layman's terms: bad eyes from OLD AGE. Technically I am more nearsighted than farsighted so I'm not really presbyopic.... YET. And yes, I made this font smaller on purpose. xoxo
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waking up with the sun is the best, more time for coffee, biking, walks, croissants and more coffee.
ReplyDeletehow are your scrubs?
My scrubs are awesome. Due to infection being a huge problem in the burn patient population, we get to wear hospital issued scrubs. That means I can come to work in sweats, change when I get there, and leave the dirty scrubs for someone else to wash before I go home. SCORE!!
ReplyDelete"i love my job." few people can truly say dat. glad everything thing is working out so well after all those hard years of hard work!
ReplyDeletekeep up the blogging too.