i am a nurse-to-be with a big heart

I’ve been to many hospital trips in my only twenty three years of life. I don’t know if it’s just a stroke of bad luck or I just have bad health. Either way, I’m taking steps to overcoming health risks that are threatening my body– I started going to the gym to keep me in tip-top shape and I’m going to try to stay away from too much sugar because that is a threat too. Oh yeah, salty food and fast food altogether but that is a struggle. A STRUGGLE, people!

All my hospital trips were horrible healthwise– I felt queasy, I felt weak, the last time I was rushed to the Emergency Room I forgot to bring my slippers I was only in socks, the horror! In my ratty old pajama, a tshirt, and a jacket, I was wheeled to the E.R. This was because I already got disoriented after my convulsion due to high fever so if you’re disoriented, how else would you think of getting proper clothes or shoes before heading out the door? I was scared that my hallucination might come back again. I had chills, I hallucinated, I threw up, and I fought Alej who comforted me as I was going through all these. One minute I had a fever, the other minute I was already in a state of panic.

I was hospitalized for five days because my kidneys were already on the way of getting damaged. But all throughout my stay at the hospital, pleasant nurses took care of me. They were always there with a smile and saw to it that I felt comfortable. Despite waking up in the wee hours of the morning to get my vital signs, they still managed to make it okay because they did it with utmost care and of course, again, WITH A SMILE! I thought about how I wanted to do that– to take care of people and somehow lessen their misery by providing comfort to those who needed it.

And now I’m on the way there. Never did I think that I’d have the guts to shift career paths and actually go for what my heart desires. Or maybe I’m just that much of a go-getter and I seek for passion. I want passion to be present in the career that I will be practicing for the rest of my life. I start clinicals on October 16 and I’m excited. There are a lot of horror stories about what to expect (mostly unpleasant scenarios like nasty bed sores, injuries, cleaning up, delivery room stories, etc.) but there are also pleasant stories as well like how rewarding it feels when you do health teaching to an elder woman and she says thank you for spending a few minutes of your time talking about regulating blood pressure and eating healthy…stuff like that.

I know at some point I’ll feel like I want to throw in the towel from overfatigue but that won’t stop me. I didn’t sacrifice two more years of my post-grad life to quit. I am a fighter and I will not just be a nurse, I will be a nurse with a heart because a nurse without a heart is not a nurse at all.

Am I excited? Hell, yeah! Am I scared? OF COURSE. But I’m also hopeful, hopeful of what there is in the future because this is a continous learning process and experience will be my best teacher.

Wish me luck!