everyone gets excited about initials behind their name, right? I certainly have never had any, and since getting married twelve years ago – yes a dozen anniversaries! awesome – my name hasn’t had any upgrades… until now.
the above initials will identify me when i work in clinical placements this semester. I am, wait for it… student nurse, first year.
thrilling. terrifying. I feel as though I need a super hero cape.
baby bath, temperature, parental education.
therapeutic interactions, tub baths, conflict management, and quality of life.
the language i speak now is significantly altered than the one I spoke eight months ago. AND i actually have to speak – WITH my VOICE – to my patients. coming from PSW/nurse’s aid work in a bilingual hearing and deaf environment, using my voice felt pretty awkward that first day.
but I’ve digressed. initials. behind my name.
It only seems fitting that there is some designation behind my name to explain the breadth of information I digest daily and how annoying I can be to working PSWs who have a much smaller crunch time to get things done.
I’m really trying hard to not get discouraged by the eye rolls sent my direction, the varied ways I have been told “why aren’t you working faster,” the many naysayers who say that nurses are the grunt workers of the healthcare system, and the very sad story of Amanda Trujillo.
I want to be positive, I want to change things. I’m a mature student, but still very much an idealist. And when I see nurses having moved up into management positions, I wish I had the guts to say to them: have you made a difference? or have you simply filled the shoes of the one before and done good enough?
Perhaps it’s the amazing nursing program I am in, but my eyes seems even further open than they’ve ever been. There is so much to do, and I am more anxious than ever to do it.
I am immensely proud of my SN1.
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