My nurse's monologue
I wrote this in my journal a few nights ago and figured it bore repeating.
I've told countless other folks before; if you're only doing it for the money, stop now. It's not glamorous by any means. You will probably cry at first more often than you will smile and/or laugh. That first mistake you make sticks with you deep inside your subconscious and doesn't let go. You will enjoy working with some and dread working with some as well. Scrubs will take up the majority of your closet, and no, one size does NOT fit all. There will be many sleep deprived days (or nights). Your bladder will stretch beyond normal capacity. You will often question your sanity and weep for humanity on the inside. You will laugh with your patients and you will cry with them, and there are those you will not wait to get rid of and those that you will never forget. Makeup and manis are and will be a thing of the past (more so manis). Yet despite all of this, there is a reason I wake up every morning and thank God because many try, but few are chosen to heal the sick, comfort the broken and mend the lost.
When there are those hard days (and they will), help me dear Jesus to remember for whom I am serving and why I am here. Because I am one of those few that were in fact chosen. Because many years ago, you, God, impressed it upon me to dare to answer the call. The call that puts self at the bottom of the priority list and relentlessly devotes herself to the care and well-being of others. When I try to imagine doing anything else with my life, I simply cannot. Because there is nothing else.
Dear Jesus, thank You that you chose me to be a nurse.
I've told countless other folks before; if you're only doing it for the money, stop now. It's not glamorous by any means. You will probably cry at first more often than you will smile and/or laugh. That first mistake you make sticks with you deep inside your subconscious and doesn't let go. You will enjoy working with some and dread working with some as well. Scrubs will take up the majority of your closet, and no, one size does NOT fit all. There will be many sleep deprived days (or nights). Your bladder will stretch beyond normal capacity. You will often question your sanity and weep for humanity on the inside. You will laugh with your patients and you will cry with them, and there are those you will not wait to get rid of and those that you will never forget. Makeup and manis are and will be a thing of the past (more so manis). Yet despite all of this, there is a reason I wake up every morning and thank God because many try, but few are chosen to heal the sick, comfort the broken and mend the lost.
When there are those hard days (and they will), help me dear Jesus to remember for whom I am serving and why I am here. Because I am one of those few that were in fact chosen. Because many years ago, you, God, impressed it upon me to dare to answer the call. The call that puts self at the bottom of the priority list and relentlessly devotes herself to the care and well-being of others. When I try to imagine doing anything else with my life, I simply cannot. Because there is nothing else.
Dear Jesus, thank You that you chose me to be a nurse.
LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS. And you! :)
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