In the Beginning (of my nursing career) Part 1

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Well everything that has an end, must have a beginning. Sometimes the beginning is fast and quick. Or like in my case, it takes 12 years, and was dreadfully slow at times. I truly believe that things happen for a purpose. I am a Christian and feel nursing is/was my calling. I admit at times this did put a tremendous amount of stress on me, because I did feel like I was doing god’s work. I don’t think this was gods intention, this is just my personality and I can be hard on myself. I don’t think that I am not called anymore, but have just lost my way along my life journey, or perhaps have been called elsewhere.

I knew I wanted to be in the medical field from a very young age. My mother caught me taken care of a dead mouse, that my lovely cat had killed. I know yuck, but I was like 4 or 5 years old! I had it in a MASH Unit, AKA a Barbie house under our pool table. My mom of course about lost it, but to me I thought I could make the poor guy better. Fast-forward many years, I decided it was nursing I wanted to pursue. After high-school I was married, with child. and started my journey to nursing school at 21 years old. I had a 1 year old child at home, but was very blessed to have family support. I couldn’t wait to become a nurse and take care of people, and make people better! I applied for two programs and was accepted into the license practical nurse program (LPN). Nursing school was no joke, it was hard, and took a lot of study. But since I was so passionate about it, I kept plugging through, and graduated! I had great instructors, some of who I remember to this day! My instructors inspired me at that time to change my initial goal in my nursing career to be a nurse practitioner, to becoming a nursing educator. My dream had come true! No longer was I trying to heal a dead mouse, but I was a a nurse, who could use her skills to make a difference in people’s lives!

I passed the boards on my first try, which was exciting! And from there, a party was thrown in my honor. It felt like the red carpet had been laid out, and all the people who said I couldn’t do it, watched me walk down the carpet! It was a good time in life. Everyone was so proud of me. I was one of the first people in my family to ever graduate college. This was a big deal! I hit the street with my resume in hand and couldn’t wait to practice as a nurse, an LPN!


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I graduated in (are you ready) 1977!! I’ve worked with burnout when I probably shouldn’t have been working, and let’s not forget the PTSD that health care professionals can also suffer (look it up). So I applaud you. Let your marriage and children come before your career, learn about yourself, and how to set your boundaries. Be kind to yourself. God has plans for you. Thanks for visiting over at my site! dawnlizjones