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hey, all!
i don't want to be a nurse anymore...there, i said it. the weird thing is that i am not angry or hurt or making this statement out of resentment. i am just not fulfilled anymore. i used to say that being a nurse is as much a part of me as being a wife and mother. it defined me. i am nurse nancy 24/7. i silently and stealthily assess people at the grocery store. i check fingers for clubbing and veins for accessibility. i look for cyanosis on everyone. if people knew the inspections that were going on...
i never thought i would be a victim of burnout. "not me!" i would vehemently proclaim, but here i am. ready to hang my hat, and let my licenses lapse. (granted they are good until 2010 or so.) it feels so strange to be at peace with the prospect of getting out. then my mind wanders to being shut out by other nurses and losing the standing and sense of belonging. i don't know about elsewhere, but here in tennessee, every year for nurses week the radio messages and written word are all about rn's, which i am not. "we honor our registered nurses!" ok, a little chink in the armor. most jobs in the newspaper are for rn's. most hospitals don't even employ lpn's here.
that isn't even my reason. i have dealt with that ever since moving to tn from fl in 2004. i am a caretaker. i am a sentinel. i am always "awake". my maiden name is "barton", and we all know who clara barton was. it is in my blood. so why the dissatisfaction? why the peace with this dissatisfaction? how do we stay active nurses once the spark is gone? how can one be proud of who and what they are and yet need change? how does one leave the "gated community" that is nursing? i really hope someone can help shed some light on this for me, because this is unchartered waters.