Circle Of Life

Nurses General Nursing


ALL POSTERS READ! Time For Soul Searching...


I am tired.

I work so hard.

But, lately, I have been especially overworked.

My career has many stresses in it that are inescapable.

When I started it, I knew I would not get rich.

I knew that this career was a difficult one.

I knew that respect from my fellow professionals was hard won.

I knew that this profession had an image problem with the public.

But I felt that I could make a difference.

I felt that I could be a positive influence on my chosen career.

I was wide-eyed and naive, I'll admit, but part of me wishes that reality was different.

Part of me wishes that I could take all of the positives I have received and cancel out all of the negatives.

As for the positives. I am thankful that I was able to give a life back to an 18 year old who is just now learning how to live with being a quadraplegic.

I feel honored to have been asked to share in the bedside prayer for a brain dead 12 year old victim of an accidental gunshot wound,or the last breath of an elderly person. That his/her family, in their grief, thought to include me, his caregiver, in their grieving process.

For those experiences, I am grateful.

For the physicians who took the extra time to ask for my thoughts about the care of OUR patient. I am grateful as well.

For the families of hundreds of patients who stopped me in the hall to say thanks, I now say thank you.

I say thank you because I am leaving bedside nursing.

I am tired of the politicing.

I am tired of the back-stabbing.

I am so tired of the kinds of people who bolster their own pitiful egos by debasing someone else's. This group is not at all limited to physicians, although some nurses would like to say so.

I am tired of feeling guilty when I turn down a request from my manager to stay late for "another emergency". (The fifth one this week.)

I am tired of not receiving the respect I deserve, from my co-workers especially, as they should be keenly aware of what it takes, mentally, physically and emotionally to perform this, my chosen career.

I am tired of hearing about the shortage of nurses.

I think it's a wonder that there are any left to practice when you consider my above negative statements.

I know I am burned out. It's a shame too. I consider myself to be a good bedside nurse.

I worry about the next trauma victim, and their family as well.

Who will take the time (or will they?) to address the total family's needs?

Who will sit and hold the hands of the parents who have just signed the organ procurement papers on their brain dead child, and now hope that, in their grief, some good will come?

Who will take care of the body of the infant that just died in the ICN,or the aged patient as their time draws near?

It won't be me...

I am tired...

I hurt...

I am not alone, but it doesn't help...

I feel empty inside...

I can no longer do this to myself or my family...

I'm leaving what I love, but how can I?

The truth is

I can't.

So, you see,

I am refreshed.

I still work hard.

But, lately, I have been eager to work.

My career has many stresses in it that are inescapable.

When I started it, I knew I would not get rich financially.

But my rewards have been many, and much more than money can buy.

I knew that this career was a difficult one.

But I have always enjoyed a challenge.

I knew that respect from my fellow professionals was hard won.

But I forgot that respect was a two way street.

I knew that this profession had an image problem with the public.

But, for a long time, I was just as much a part of the problem as the people that I had come to disdain.

I realize now that I HAVE made a difference.

I am no longer wide-eyed and naive.

I am seasoned and a little wiser.

And , YES, the positives DO outweigh the negatives.

So, to all the patients, the families, the doctors and all my fellow workers, let me say thank you.

I can't leave bedside nursing.

I need to be there for the next trauma victim,ailing patient and their family.

I need to hold the hands of the parents of that brain dead child,or the elder that had no one near.

And yes, I DO need to take care of the body of that child that died in the ICN,or the ailing patient in the nursing home,ER,ICU...

It's GOT to be me!

I am refreshed...

I am now whole...

I have not been alone...

I am fulfilled...

I owe it all to my husband /wife,children,parents,and grandparents.

They have reminded me that this is what life is all about.

It's about joy, pain, courage and sorrow.

It's about taking care of each other. Meeting each others needs.

It's about renewing life and dignifying death.

But most of all, it's knowing about being human and humane. With all our faults and frailties...

all our strengths and weaknesses....

with all our capacities for kindness and compassion....

all our hopes and dreams...

In the end, we still carry on. Some say it's through God's will. I don't know...

For me, it's because I cannot turn my back on my fellow MAN or WOMAN. It's as simple as that.

For, if we turn our backs on our fellows, we greatly diminish ourselves...

It's time that we all realize that we all are special and respect each other; it's time to unite in one voice, it's time!

tears .. Betts I left nursing for two years ..... I just couldn't face it anymore .. I missed it so much I am now in school to learn how to be a better nurse

did you write this? 'cause it went right into my heart

Token Male

76 Posts

Thank you for your words. I hope they are your own; I've just copied them and put them on the staff room wall; may they inspire others to keep their spirits up.:nurse:


667 Posts

It was written by ALL Caregivers...

We've all said this at one-time or another, so you too have written it, I simply posted it.

gwenith, BSN, RN

3,755 Posts

Specializes in ICU.

Thank-you Betts very well written piece!

Specializes in Mostly LTC, some acute and some ER,.

Oh my gosh. That was really good! It went right to my heart also. I feel that way many times although I am not a nurse. There has been many days when I feel burnt out. Some days I have gotten close to putting in my two weeks notice. Something always seems to happen after I have those thoughts that makes me feel like 'this is what I live for'.

I'll never forget the time that I finally got the nerve to talk to family members who had just lost a mother or a grandmother.

I'll never forget the times that I made patients smile, or even laugh.

I'll never forget the good times with my co-workers where I laughed until my stomach hurt. Also, the times when I was feeling blue, and my co-workers cheered me up.

But I'll also never forget the times that I was hit, cussed out, and told that I should not be working there by patients (you know, the ones hard to please)

I'll never forget all the times when I just could not do anything right for anyone.

I'll never forget the head games.

I'll never forget the times when I felt like I just could not be a CNA.

(theres my version)

I live for the medical field!

I have printed this out and am planning on posting it in my hospital. Thanks for the wonderful insight. It makes me proud to be an RN.

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