We've been busy this weekend, Matt, consider yourself lucky for having the slow night. I'm glad I'm off tonight!
The first time I knew I was a "real" nurse was when I got the dreaded letter with the state boards results-- I was afraid to open it alone, so went to a friends' house for moral support. He was panelling and painting a bedroom, so when I opened the letter and saw I passed, he gave me a paint brush and I wrote "I'm a REAL NURSE!!" across the wall with dark brown paint, and we covered it with a sheet of panelling. I wonder what the people who took down that panelling ever thought of that....
The first time I felt like a "real nurse" while working was shortly after I got my board results: I was working charge nurse nights newborn nursery and I had a newborn in trouble, no other staff available, maybe 10 other babies that night. Called the doc, got stuff as ready as I could; then when the doc got there he started yelling for stuff-- empty half of the quart (GLASS!) bottle of IV fluids (this was BEFORE there were plastic Iv bags!), half an ampule (a 50cc GLASS ampule-- those things were huge!) of NaHCO3, etc., etc. I managed to slice my thumb open while opening the ampule and was bleeding profusely, grabbed a papertowel, wrapped my thumb with it and just continued on until the baby was stable. It was morning by then, and the head nurse wandered in and then said to the doctor: "Dr. So and So, this is Nurse _____, our new night charge nurse." He looked at me, shook my hand, and said "Nurse_____, someday you will be a good nurse." This was exceptionally high praise in those days and I think I floated the whole walk home that morning!
(I know, it does sound very condescending now, doesn't it?) But that was a different time...