Some thoughts I want to share

When I was in high school I did an internship on a small labor and delivery floor. I absolutely loved it. I loved it so much that somedays I would stay late, on purpose, cause I wanted to, not because I had to. I loved it! I remember that semester walking out to my car to go home from the internship and I said to myself, "I hope when I am in school and things get really hard I remember how much I love this." Nursing school was crazy hard and being a real nurse can be even harder. I get so so so so so tired of patients who come in the hospital and expect a miracle but refuse to do the things they need to do to get better and stay better. I get so so so tired of pts who end up in the hospital because of something they did to themselves. I am also tired of families who hold on to long and keep their family members alive even when the patient has absolutely no quality of life. But, every once in awhile I have a patient that melts my heart and helps me remember why I am a nurse. When you hold a patients hand who can not communicate, while a procedure is done or just because you can tell they need some love, and they grip your hand so tight and won't let go. I like to think that patient won't let go of my hand because they feel love and safety from me. And that makes my job worth it. When I can make a difference for real and not just be a caterer to the crazy people in the world. I do have a purpose and my job is important. I forget that all to often and I am so grateful for the patients that help me remember this. 

*** Please forgive the terrible spelling and grammar. I'm to tired to fix it. ****