I've read most & cried through some of the posts so I decided to share my story, much briefer than real time, I hope.
In high school I started working at our drs. office as a file clerk. Had always done well in school in the sciences. His nurse encouraged me to go to nursing school.
Flash forward a few years, marriage, child, divorce, remarriage, he got laid off, had a chance to go to school.
Enrolled in a medical assistant program. Loved it & my instructor. Graduated at the top of my class with a very bitter husband. My mother passed from CA out of state & I wasn't able to be with her. Devastating.
Worked at a medical clinic for a short time but was stuck up front which I wasn't crazy about, I wanted to work with the patients. Got a job with a cardiologist & loved it. I was always fasinated by the heart in school. Worked there for a while until a friend from the school I attended said she was appoached about a job at one of the hospitals. There were 2 openings & did I want to go with her to apply. We did, got hired because we were willing to work part time & 3rd shift. I started out with a combined position of nursing asst. & unit sec. & eventually got the full time position. I found my place on the Med/Surg unit. I had wonderful nurses to work with & they were willing to show me how to do tx., pass meds, change IVs, & at one point gave me my own patient. I learned so much from them. It was those wonderful nurses who encouraged me to go to nursing school, the 1st time.
Applied to nursing school, got accepted, worked full time, attended school full time until the then husband decided "he couldn't take it any more" & was packing his bags when I came home from work. Mind you, he still wasn't working

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Flash forward, life happened, had to quit school, quit my job to "make the marriage work" & moved out of state since he got a position back with one of the big 3 (Dumb move, literally, on my part).
Flash forward again, marriage failed, moved back to MI, got a job in a shop to support myself & my son. Moved to AL to care for father, remarried (a wonderful man), moved back to MI, tossed around the idea about going back to nursing school. Started our own business, got out of it. Got a flier in the mail that a nearby school was started an LPN program at that particular campus. Hubby called & had them send the info. I enrolled, started pre req's & hope to start the nursing part in the fall of 2006, if accepted.
Whatever you do, don't give up on your dream. I'm now 46 yrs. young. My hubby is behind me 100%, always encouraging me on. He says when I start talking about when I worked at the hospital, he can't shut me up & he sees me glow. The experiences in my life happened for a reason, I'm a firm believer of that.
When I think back to being with a person who died with no family, but they didn't die alone. Holding the little old lady's hand for just 5 minutes at a time while running between other pts., but knowing I was able to give her some comfort & ease her fear about being in the hospital. Pts. apologizing for throwing up on me, they were so sick they couldn't help it. Taking care of the man I took to the smoking lounge who had a seizure, I was able to handle the situation on my own until help arrived, & the drs. thought I was his nurse. I sure was proud of myself for that one.
Yes, you run your @ss off, don't get lunch most of the time, & have a ton of paperwork to do, but I'm going into this with my eyes wide open & I can't wait to have a patient again. I want to go into either geriatrics and/or hospice. When it's all said & done, it's the little things that make being a nurse worthwhile.
And it's NOT true that the patients sleep on 3rd shift, at least not on a Med/Surg floor

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