I have spent the last 7 years, approximately, in and out of the hospital.  I have been stuck with more needles than most people my age and have spent more time hooked up to an IV than I ever wanted.  My pill count at times has been in the twenties.  Although my illness isn’t curable, its manageable, and for that I am thankful.  I was 17 years old when I decided I wanted to go into medicine.  I have watched my doctors and nurses carefully.  I am sure I have annoyed them at times with my blunt refusals.  “No, I do not want my IV there.”  “Dr. X, I googled ….”  (Sorry!)  But, I have always had the utmost respect for these healthcare professionals.  Today, I sit in the hospital receiving a treatment to keep my body as healthy as possible.  My eyes wander around the unit to the different pieces of equipment.  I wonder if these nurses realize their every move is being watched, not by just me, but everyone around me?  Does my nurse realize that I know that when she gave me the IV that technically she should have gloved up?  Honestly, I bet its easier to IV without the gloves. What type of nurse will I be?  I have had the privilege of knowing, being cared by, and working along side of some amazing nurses.  These nurses know how to talk to patients, are skilled and knowledgable, put patient care first, and are some of the most caring people I know.  I hope one day that someone says that about me.  I have approximately a month left until I begin this crazy journey known as nursing school.  Am I nervous?  Yes. Am I stressed? Yes.  But am I excited for this new life? Absolutely.


Keep reading folks.  This ride is about to get exciting



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