While this week had a few moments that made me want to pull my hair out (confused pt removes PICC line at 0630, check!), I also had a lot of deep heartfelt moments with patients.
For some reason, this was the week of the sad, down and out woman. I had a least three different patients this week who I had to motivate to carry onward. One (ICU transfer) I'm pretty sure is going to die soon, but I'm not gonna tell her that when she's already super anxious!
Anyway, the point of this is that this week has somewhat rejuvenated me. Caring is why I got into nursing in the first place. I didn't get into it for the paperwork, or the shitty doctors who don't want to be "bothered" at 0200. I went into it for the moments like these, where people need you. They just need some guidance, some self esteem, somebody to tell them that everything will be ok whether it's true or not. This is why I do what I do.
