Rough draft. Please let me know what needs improvement. I'm really good at missing the mark.
Phlebotomy was my first step towards nursing. I saw the occupation as sensible, practical, a good foot in the door. Being the only male in my class made me desire to be the best draw. I was nervous, but only missed one stick during the class. Clinicals were exciting for me as I wanted to have as much patient interaction as possible. Then reality set in when I learned that not every patient wants as much interaction as I did. After all, I was there to stick you with a needle and take your blood.
Having recently returned from study abroad I was eager to use my Spanish speaking skills. One morning during clinicals a woman came in to have blood drawn; Spanish speaking only. It was easy to see that she was terrified: one word answers, little movement, wide eyes. She was not my draw, but I was the only translator and she needed some calming down so I showed her some pictures of Spain and explained where I visited. Before long, the phlebotomist was finished and the woman was thanking me for the pictures and the stories. That was when I knew I had made the right choice.
I was never hired as a phlebotomist. I had passed my class and had received high praise during clinicals. "Experience only, at least one year" is what all the ads said. Three months later a friend mentioned applying as a Unit Coordinator for the hospital. I refused to be an unemployment statistic so I began washing dishes for the hospital instead. I never liked sitting around not doing anything. One month later I accepted a position in the Medical Intensive Care Unit as a Unit Coordinator.
To this day I have not met a nurse who hasn't told me to run the other direction when I mentioned applying to nursing school. Necrotizing Fasciitis, c-diff, the morbidly obese... none of the stool samples or smells or irate family members during the tenure of my employment has changed my mind. One night, I assisted in obtaining the judge and local authorities in order to detain a suicidal patient. As frustrated as the nursing staff and I were, we still fought to keep the patient from leaving against medical advice. She was smiling when she woke up and perceivably thought the entire matter was a joke. Three hours of legal talk and paging people and she finally decided to stay.
Understaffed and over-worked, it is amazing to see the hospital staff come together. Frequently, I have had to do my part in obtaining equipment because we are short handed. I am no stranger to 16 hour shifts and prefer to work 12 hour shifts. I like working night and I am accustomed to working weekends and the holidays. Understaffed and over-worked, the only way I can help is by becoming a nurse or better yet, a nursing educator. The more students we can teach, the more nurses we can make.
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Rough draft. Please let me know what needs improvement. I'm really good at missing the mark.
Phlebotomy was my first step towards nursing. I saw the occupation as sensible, practical, a good foot in the door. Being the only male in my class made me desire to be the best draw. I was nervous, but only missed one stick during the class. Clinicals were exciting for me as I wanted to have as much patient interaction as possible. Then reality set in when I learned that not every patient wants as much interaction as I did. After all, I was there to stick you with a needle and take your blood.
Having recently returned from study abroad I was eager to use my Spanish speaking skills. One morning during clinicals a woman came in to have blood drawn; Spanish speaking only. It was easy to see that she was terrified: one word answers, little movement, wide eyes. She was not my draw, but I was the only translator and she needed some calming down so I showed her some pictures of Spain and explained where I visited. Before long, the phlebotomist was finished and the woman was thanking me for the pictures and the stories. That was when I knew I had made the right choice.
I was never hired as a phlebotomist. I had passed my class and had received high praise during clinicals. "Experience only, at least one year" is what all the ads said. Three months later a friend mentioned applying as a Unit Coordinator for the hospital. I refused to be an unemployment statistic so I began washing dishes for the hospital instead. I never liked sitting around not doing anything. One month later I accepted a position in the Medical Intensive Care Unit as a Unit Coordinator.
To this day I have not met a nurse who hasn't told me to run the other direction when I mentioned applying to nursing school. Necrotizing Fasciitis, c-diff, the morbidly obese... none of the stool samples or smells or irate family members during the tenure of my employment has changed my mind. One night, I assisted in obtaining the judge and local authorities in order to detain a suicidal patient. As frustrated as the nursing staff and I were, we still fought to keep the patient from leaving against medical advice. She was smiling when she woke up and perceivably thought the entire matter was a joke. Three hours of legal talk and paging people and she finally decided to stay.
Understaffed and over-worked, it is amazing to see the hospital staff come together. Frequently, I have had to do my part in obtaining equipment because we are short handed. I am no stranger to 16 hour shifts and prefer to work 12 hour shifts. I like working night and I am accustomed to working weekends and the holidays. Understaffed and over-worked, the only way I can help is by becoming a nurse or better yet, a nursing educator. The more students we can teach, the more nurses we can make.