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  1. gingerbreadman0214

    Autopsy: Get Your Front Row Seats!

    I was a second courser back then when I took up nursing. I didn't take any special shortened course or curriculum, so I was mixed with first coursers and some other second coursers. Why was I the smartest? I was the only second courser who was also a former medicine student. I already had most of the foundation of health care with some clinical exposure in all departments minus the skills of a nurse. Of course it wasn't hard for me to stand out, modesty aside. Standing out was just the start...the amusement followed. During clinical rotations, I was assigned to an infirmary's ER inside a military camp and got teamed-up with other fellow senior nursing students from another class. Fresh from the classroom and armed with theoretical knowledge waiting to be applied, all looked determined to show their best and be the best. It may not have looked like it, but I also intended to give my best. It's just that I chose to play it cool and not like most of them who snorted like a bull that's ready to charge. Rookies, I thought. Then, my attention was caught by this loud geek bragging about how he was the best in his class yada-yada and all that jazz. From here on in, I'll refer to him as Narcissus. As I have feared, I wasn't spared, as Narcissus made my atmosphere windy as well. Responding with a polite "Wow" & "Cool", I was actually hoping that he's not just full of hot air. I heard that it really gets busy there at the wee hours of the night with ER cases coming in waves. We would need all the able hands we could get to deliver proper health care. After a while of waiting and enduring the hurricane that's Narcissus, our clinical instructor arrived to give us the low-down and assign a leader. Aware of my background, she assigned me to be the leader and introduced me to everybody. "So you're the former med student I heard about." Narcissus sized me up. And just like that, I won a new friend who's ready to step on me any way he can to rise up and get noticed. Bring it on! Envy is a cardinal sin, and Narcissus was beyond tempted. If he can't keep his cool, he should have at least stopped snorting because he's ruining my 'do. He was always on my hair. He's so obvious. Good thing the competition didn't get dirtier than that. Here's how the fun part went... Everybody had their hands full and it was our turn to take patients. Around 11pm, our first ER patient arrived.. The first case was an asthmatic in acute exacerbation. I took the first patient being the leader with the intent of demonstrating how to approach an emergency the calm way. Another patient immediately followed and, of course, Narcissus had to show what he's got. Excited, he rushed outside where the patient was...with my spirometer.... Sigh, my calm didn't reach him... Funny, he stopped when he saw the patient. Apparently, the patient was having seizures and got stuck inside the vehicle. What made it freakier was that blood was flowing from the patient's mouth as well. The patient most probably accidentally bit her tongue. Shocked, it must've been the first time Narcissus saw an actual case like this. I left my asthmatic patient on nebulization with my other team mates and rushed to help. Worried that the patient might be injured more if forced out of the vehicle, I just protected the patient's head until the bout stops while shouting at Narcissus to prepare and administer oxygen. Not budging, it was as if Narcissus was having some kind of seizure as well...absence seizure. Another "Hey!" made him snap out of his shocked state. Simply put, he wasn't ready for that kind of action yet. And he became the laughing stock of the team. I admit he looked funny in a daze with his mouth open. But I was concerned more on hoping a lesson was learned. With his ego hurt, he chose to insist on the excuse that there were already people helping so he didn't intervene. For crying out loud, that was the driver and the guard helping, what do they know. His pride must really be too big for him to swallow. Yada-yakkety-blah...he was really full of it. At least he was good at managing the asthmatics when he was put in charge there. The hot air coming from him probably helped make the air humidified enough. I thought, he needed to be taught another lesson. I'm not cruel, so I wanted it subtle but would deliver the message. Also, I was already getting annoyed with the smirk on his face whenever he brags. It has to stop. The next patient gave me an idea. Dead on arrival, the multiple trauma patient was scheduled for autopsy in the institution's facility. Since my team mates haven't experienced an autopsy, I suggested that we be allowed to watch the procedure for educational purposes. Well, you can probably guess what happened. The smell of warm blood being pumped out of the cadaver, the saw cutting through the skull exposing the brain, the snapping of ligaments and tendons when the chest was opened widely...every visceral organ was sliced in layers and shown to us revealing some hemorrhagic areas caused by blunt trauma, I almost jokingly replied "A kilo of that please." like in a wet market; but I felt it was corny. Instead, I turned to my team mates and watched in amusement as their faces turned to a different color every time, particularly Narcissus. Everybody else left hurriedly while trying to keep themselves from throwing up. But Narcissus decided to stay since I was still there. Tough, eh? Well, not for long. When the great vessels of the heart were severed, warm arterial blood gushed from them...and that was it for Narcissus. "There's a barf bag in drawer 5!", I wondered if he heard me while he was fleeing. My team mates often praised me for being so good at what we do that sometimes they wonder if they can ever be as knowledgeable as I was. I replied, "Actually, seeing as to how enthusiastic you guys are to learn, you could've been better than me if we were classmates in med school. You can't compare yourselves to me at this point in time. Not yet." That display of humility went a long way. We became better as a team. I got to help them improve as a health care provider. Each took turns in wearing the leader hat and it was humbling to witness their confidence grow. We graduated and eventually, everybody got their licenses. Although, one thing never changed...yada-yakkety-blah, everywhere he went it got breezy. I was a little glad, though, because clinical rotations might not have been that much fun without the tornado that's Narcissus.
  2. gingerbreadman0214

    Drool Nurse & the Lesson He learned

    I'm just an average student when it comes to the theoretical part, but I rock in the actual clinical application. I prefer going to and fro rather than just sitting down doing paperwork. I also see to it that I finish what I start, even if it means working a little beyond my shift. On my first day in the ward, a post-op colorectal CA patient who developed a nosocomial infection was assigned to me. Aside from expensive chemotherapy drugs, she was on expensive antibiotics as well. Unfortunately she was running low on finances. This was the first time I had a patient who could not complete the prescribed drug regimen. Sadly, the "semi-charity" institution only gave free service and bed. So without purchasing her medications, she won't get her succeeding doses. And non-compliance is not good for someone having antibiotic therapy because the infection might develop a resistance to the drug. More complications for her meant more work for me. That might cramp up my style. So I thought of a way to keep her compliant. I remembered a nurse sending me for an errand before to "shop" for maintenance fluids. It was an effort to find good materials that were left by discharged patients or those that had extra but didn't have a need for it anymore. I commenced operation "shop for meds" calling each and every nurse station to inquire if they have a spare of the antibiotic my patient needed. Out of the 15 nurse stations, there were 3 that had some and it added up good for 10 days. They agreed to only give me enough for a day because the patient might depend too much on charity. Also, others might need some of it just in case. That's reason enough. So I went there but had to wait for a long time because something came up and my correspondent had to do something first. While waiting, every object I can lean on seemed like a bed that I could use to get a shut eye. It was the first time I got to doze off while leaning on a wall. I was beat and I was already doing overtime. I wished there was a harness of some sort where I could hang like a bat and be ready to roll anytime. A poke from my correspondent took me out of dreamland and jokingly asked me if I wanted a kidney basin propped under my chin. Funneee... After wiping my drool & expressing my gratitude with a f...fantastic smile, I quickly went out of there before any more wisecracks come cracking out of my correspondent. After saving the day and becoming the butt of the drool joke, all I cared about was jumping on my bed and hugging my six-foot long pillow. Six days of antibiotic therapy and she was good to be discharged. I had to "shop" for meds 3 times before she had enough means to buy the rest. Finally, preparing her for discharge was all I had to do for her. But it was already near the end of my shift. If I don't discharge her that night, she'll have to stay and wait to be discharged tomorrow. That means, I'll still have to provide her morning care the next day. Being a student with 6 patients including her, one less to worry about would be a relief for me. So, again I did overtime to prepare her for discharge, paper works and all. Zzzz...ngork...huh...wha? Oh, yeah...discharge papers... I was a zombie who just wanted the job done perfectly. There was no feelings, no heart, no luuuuv. Blame it on being intoxicated with loads of paper work, errands, stressful patients, more stressful relatives and yakking superiors. If you look back at my story earlier, you'll see that I helped my patient with just the intent of avoiding having to deal with a complicated patient which I thought could possibly ruin my good track record. I only cared about the flow being smooth. I had to exert more effort though, I wasn't happy about it. I forgot about the one thing that makes a profession such as this noble. It's what makes the extra effort worthwhile. It would've made every task I did less exhausting and more rewarding...I was clueless, but that was going to change. Enlightenment was upon me. My patient gave me a watermelon as a show of gratitude. Duh...it was huge and kind of embarrassing to lug around. She didn't have to, I thought. But what the heck...she was happy with what I did for her and it was all that she could afford to give me. She thanked me for making her stay in the hospital a bit shorter, saving her money & making it possible for her to be at her son's college graduation...blah-yakety-yada. Okay, I was just doing my work. Looking appreciative, I went back to the nursing station with my watermelon. Then, out of some kind of divine intervention, I just chose to stop being busy for a while, sat down and stared at my watermelon. At that moment, something struck me and I came to a realization. With this experience, this accomplishment that had merit me a sweet, juicy...and huge watermelon, I remembered what was supposed to have mattered most. Man, I should be proud flashing the over-sized bowling ball around. It was my accomplishment, my trophy...my happy thought. I suddenly felt good. The moment I considered the spiritual aspect of doing something for somebody and not considering it as just a form of service, I developed the habit of being compassionate. Every task I did held more meaning, a patient's smile became my heart's own. I still slept standing up, but at least I'm smiling while drooling. And the wisecracks seemed a bit less corny...yeah, right. Amidst the toxicity of being so busy, I should learn to stop and reflect sometimes. Reflecting on what had happened, good thing it wasn't a huge thorny jackfruit or a huge smelly durian. -Finding humor in everything that happens in my life makes the hardships easier for me to deal with.-
  3. Misadventure in The Hospital of Infectious Diseases. If I remember correctly, this government-owned charity institution I was in had more than 10 wards distributed in 3 buildings. A gamut of tropical & other infectious disease cases can be found here with pulmonary tuberculosis giving the most admissions. Because of this, the tuberculosis ward had a separate building of its own. From here, let's focus on the tuberculosis ward. It had 2 floors with the second floor for the male patients while the first floor was shared by both sexes. There were 10 rooms on each floor and each room had 10 beds which seldom get vacant. The staff on one floor consists of less than 10 nurses, a resident doctor, 2 nursing assistants, a janitor, and a trainee...me. I wasn't really sure of the number, but it seemed like that because the next staff I can see at the time aside from me was way across the corridor. I thought it couldn't get worse. Being the new trainee, I was often considered the lowest in the hierarchy. I'm the all-around-errand-boy kind of nurse trainee. Even the janitor tried to boss me around. Nevertheless, the circumstances won't be enough to make my head spin...that's what I thought. The early morning rounds... I took pride in putting the patient's neatly organized charts on bedside on time, 50 of them, especially when the resident doctor appreciated it. That's nursing art over there...yeah right. With almost a hundred patients, the rounds took forever. In the end, I couldn't understand half of the endorsement notes I've taken down. Fortunately, when it was time for the morning care, I was only required to supervise the patients' companion. Imagine if there weren't companions, 50 patients would've taken me the whole day...probably longer. In the first room that we entered, I was asked to auscultate a patient's chest and assess the adventitious breath sounds. Full of confidence, I grabbed my stethoscope and placed my patient in an upright position. After exposing and seeing the patient's chest, I was boggled. I wondered if the stethoscope can be of any use on a chest like that... the intercostal retractions were profound. The patient was really emaciated, and so were the others most likely. Still, I tried using the stethoscope even if there was a big space between the stethoscope's diaphragm and the skin over the intercostals. Rales & Rhonchi seemed audible enough just by listening closely with the naked ear anyway, but proper technique with a stethoscope should be observed at all times according to my grouchy instructor back in nursing school. It worked. At that point, I realized it was possible because from what I've read before, that was what the stethoscope's diaphragm is good for. Compared to the stethoscope's bell, it doesn't always need an even surface. Cool function. I just had to experience that to help me remember. After the morning rounds, I started gathering the patient's charts from the bedside. The beds were arranged against the four walls of the room next to each other in such a way that they surrounded me when I stood in the middle. When I went into this room, it seemed like I was in a gas chamber. What happened was after I asked one patient how he was feeling, he tried to reply but instead coughed incessantly followed by the patient next to him, then the next and so on and so forth in a chain reaction until everyone in the room was coughing...and there I was caught in the middle of the room carrying 20 charts. Aerosol droplets from diseased lungs were coughed at me in all directions. They were like a choir and I'm their conductor. I can't even cover my nose because my hands were full carrying the charts. I hurriedly went out of the room worried about the performance's finale. Since then, I made it a habit to put on double masks even if it felt uncomfortably hot. I should've done that in the first place. A choir is not a bad idea, though...I could've taught them to hit the right notes with the proper rhythm when coughing so that there would've been harmony. At least the chorus wouldn't have to sound so bad. -Finding humor in everything that happens to me makes the hardships easier to deal with.-
  4. gingerbreadman0214

    Misadventure in the Psychiatric Disease Department

    Misadventure in the Psychiatric Disease Department. Being the neophyte, I really have to expect having to be the one who'd do the most odd of jobs. First day training in the psych ward, I found myself in the institution's lab in charge of receiving the specimens and recording them in a logbook. Yup...I got to be the lucky one to have the opportunity to appreciate first (sic) someone else's produce. Thoughts kept swirling in my mind: why did I pick psych next?... why did the med tech staff have to be on skeleton duty that day?...and WHY was there a lot of stool specimens coming on my shift? I would've wanted to put an advisory requesting that all please hold the urge to respond to the call of nature until the next shift... but that would be cruel. Or maybe make the requests for fecalysis stop... (not gonna happen). With every glance and accidental whiff, it was beginning to really feel like the psych ward to me...I was getting loco. That was not my idea of an adventure. Then in came this patient from the outpatient department with beady sweat trickling down on his forehead. He had a plastic bag with a jar in it. It felt warm. "Here you go.", he said with a sigh of relief. "That's everything, I guess.", he added. Yep, you guessed it...it was a monster dump. A lot of effort must've been put to come up with this. "Sir, we only need just a very small amount of this." I said. "But, thanks anyway for the effort. We'll have enough to last us a year." I jokingly added. "You can count on me.", he happily added. I quickly followed with a nervous laugh, "The last part was just a joke." Whew... That was a case of bad health teaching. He should've been instructed properly. Good thing he didn't mix the midstream catch in there in the hope of easing its storage on our part. How considerate...yeah, right. The next day, it wasn't necessary for me to stay in the lab because the med tech staff was then in full force. Alleluia. So I up and went for my first patient. For my first assignment, I was told to get my patient's history and do physical examination. It was time for their scheduled activity and socialization so I found my patient in the middle of the quadrangle. He was a big guy. I noticed that he was sort of agitated and kept on pointing to imaginary people while cursing. I realized that I didn't check his file first to learn what his tendencies were and what he was capable of doing in the psychological state that he was in. So I decided not to bring my things instead, especially my pen because he might get it and use it to harm anybody including himself, and of course, poor helpless me. I approached him and it didn't take long for him to notice me. He turned to me and started charging like a bull. I was frozen in fear and almost wet my pants, when he suddenly stopped, looked me in the eye and said, "Are you brave enough to take me on, huh?" With a nervous voice, I answered, "M-m-maybe...?" "Good, very good.", he said. "Now there are two of us who have the guts. Let's go together and look for others." Morale: always be prepared for anything. Check the patient's chart first, especially with psych patients. As for my patient, we became budz. But I still observe a certain degree of caution, can't be too careful. A little more time spent in that department and I can say I've found the place where I can be myself. - Finding humor in everything that happens in my life makes the hardships easier for me to deal with.-
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    Misadventure in a Maternity Hospital

    Misadventure in a Maternity Hospital. There is probably no maternity hospital that is as busy as the one I went to during training. It's jam-packed with patients and it's like a newborn factory. Anybody who would want to have exposure to maternal and newborn care, this institution won't disappoint you. It is a government-owned charity maternity hospital with a 200+ bed capacity and situated in the heart of the over-populated metropolis of a developing country, that's why it gets a lot of admissions. It can sometimes reach to a hundred admissions a day, I heard. Services are free, except for the drugs and materials to be used. Since it's a charity institution, this is where students and practitioners go and get cases. Let me share with you my bloopers & guffaws. Day 1 in this institution, I can already say it exceeded my expectations. An adventurous health care provider looking for action, I was excited to have my first assist. As I went inside, I can hear the four wheels of the stretcher roll against the tiled floor goin' to and fro, in and out of the rooms. There were voices yelling "push" here, "push" there. Moans from labor pains range from the discreet & weak to the ear-piercing shrieks. Some have high threshold for pain and some just make you want to plug your ears...or their mouths (just a thought). Looking at the scene, I got goosebumps...a lot must've responded to the mating call 9 months ago, I said to myself with a snicker. After picking up my jaw that had dropped, I went for my first case. A 45-year-old multigravida, 39 weeks age of gestation, G14P13...wow...G14...does she has a record to beat or something? And at 45, huh...After an assessment, she was good for normal spontaneous delivery and just as I thought, labor was as easy as coughing the newborn out. She was even smiling at me throughout the supposedly "ordeal" she went through. I jokingly told her that it was a good thing she didn't try to pass flatus on the way here... the newborn would've gone with it. One fact in the admission of obstetric patients coming from the lowest socio-economic bracket in a developing country is that they often didn't have regular prenatal check-ups. So, they are unaware if there is any abnormality with their pregnancy. Also, since they usually don't have the finances to be admitted and confined at least a day before their expected date, they come rushing to the emergency room due to true labor pains & are already in the first stage of labor. One time, a patient was wheeled-in into the delivery room and it was my turn to assist. So I rushed to the patient & to my surprise...the newborn's left lower leg was sticking out of the vaginal opening. I called for the resident obstetrician on duty because that was way beyond my skills. While waiting for the obstetrician and preparing the patient, the patient asked a question. She was wondering what the gender could be. Still shocked after seeing a breach case such as this, I confusedly answered the patient's query. I replied "Well, judging from how the leg looks...I certainly have no idea." What the...? The delivery room was one big room with 10 delivery tables that were arranged next to each other. I have colleagues working with me with only curtains separating us from each other. This allowed each of us to see each other's work and compare notes. When I was about to pack up and call it a day, a nervous and fidgety colleague on her first day was beside me preparing her last case for the day. She would often come to me for help whenever she was in a bind, so she requested that I stay a bit longer because she feels confident having someone by her side. Being the helpful, ladies' man that I am, I obliged. She was kind of cute to watch because even if this was already her 7th time to assist, she was still fidgety. But this case that she was having, it was different from the other 6 she had. The bag of water hasn't been broken yet. So, she needs to manually break it. I jogged her memory when I suggested that she use an amniotomy or toothed forceps to puncture the water bag. I assumed she's good to go on her own after giving her the tip, so I went back to packing up my things. Upon crowning, she proceeded to puncture the membranes. But there was something I forgot to warn her about. She was so into carefully manipulating the membranes that she didn't realize her face was already directly in front of it. Pop went the water bag and it was amniotic goo-fest all the way. I think the patient also had polyhydramnios... That's about 2000 cc of amniotic fluid right smack in her face! She had to facilitate the delivery, suction the newborn's mouth and cut the cord while having an all-natural facial cream on her face, neck, and shoulders. HCG is good for the skin anyway, right? - Finding humor in everything that happens in my life makes the hardships easier for me to deal with.-
  6. gingerbreadman0214

    Misadventures in Nursing

    Heh heh...I never knew I'd have the chance to share the funny experiences I had during my training days this way. I usually only have my family and friends to amuse. Now, I have a larger audience and possibly even get a prize to boot. The readers can thank me later (or give this article a high rating) for giving them the much-needed dose of humor in their stressful life, even if it's just an "I-didn't-get-it" smile. The humor might sink in at the second read... or third. I remember way back when I was still contemplating on taking up nursing, a lot of advice went about reconsidering other career paths. Amidst all of the warnings I got, I thought to myself that there's a positive aspect in a profession such as this...it's "noble". But I went with "exciting" and "wicked" which were my actual replies to those warnings I got from people. Those people were the types who get overly grossed-out at the mere mention of "pus", "digital rectal exam" & "rubber hand glove" (it has a smell that sticks & really endures). Get over it, peeps. Now, I'm a health care provider & this is nursing. Interesting, just the way I like it. After a long hiatus, I went on to the exciting and wicked...or noble...life of a nurse trainee. My new alarm clock rang it's first and last because I unintentionally banged it against the wall. As usual, call time was at 6 AM, and we're advised to be there 30 minutes earlier. I crawled towards the bathroom and proceeded to do the act of cleaning my body. Deprived of my right to sleep, I stood there as if in a trance, watching the water droplets hit the bathroom floor (wee...lookit them splatter...). Then my mom brought me back to reality, shouting at me like a loud siren telling me to hurry up. I would've reasoned out that I was calculating the force of the water droplet's impact on the bathroom floor given the height and relative humidity (duh), but I realized I rather not if I don't want to get a knock on the head. A quick morning ritual with a short prayer in a nearby chapel and I was off. Misadventure in the Internal Medicine Department. Ahh...the smell of the hospital...punctuated by the stomach-whirling smell of a diabetic foot that I'm about to clean and put dressing on, way to go for a first assignment I was instructed to mix vinegar with distilled water and povidone iodine as cleansing agent, but I've accidentally put a lot of vinegar. Looking at it, I imagined that adding garlic & potatoes will... I snapped myself out of that disgusting thought. Then I remembered I only had a quick breakfast and am already getting hungry, which explains the thought. It was like anatomy class. At first, I thought I might not bear the smell of a cadaver. But with time and pressure from cramming for practical exams, I learned to eat sandwiches while studying using the other hand to manipulate the cadaver. I know it's gross... A week of caring for this type 2 diabetes patient of mine, I learned how anal she could get. She would really get unruly when she doesn't get everything exactly how she wanted it. One time, I heard her calling for me to give her some water because she said she was choking from food. Hurriedly I gave her the glass of water that was on her bedside table. Instead of drinking it up immediately to relieve her choking, she yelled that she didn't want her water cold and told me to get lukewarm water fast. Imagine, being in a life-threatening situation and she still insists on something impractical. I wonder how she got to talk while choking...must've had a lot of residual air in the lungs. Also, she's very particular with having her dentures on always when facing other people. I would often have trouble convincing her to remove her dentures before sleeping. Then her scheduled leg amputation came and as per standard pre-op procedures, she had to take her dentures off. Made it easy for me, but she insisted that I wrap it with tissue and hold it for her throughout the whole operation. I can live with that, so I kept it in my pocket & wheeled her off to the waiting room. But as we were about to get there, she asked for her dentures. It was because she saw other patients with their relatives in the waiting room and wouldn't want them to see her gums when she flashes her aristocratic smile. I was having a hard time taking the tissue off the dentures because it got wet and got stuck. But, she suddenly snatched it off my hands and placed it in her mouth. Instead of me getting irritated, I tried to contain my laughter as much as possible. There was my patient, flashing her social smile with a piece of tissue clinging in between the incisors of her dentures. Swinging to and fro with every word she speaks: roll. I would've rushed to save her from that embarrassment, but I was afraid I'd burst into laughter in front of her. I know it was rotten of me to be laughing, but c'mon...I'm only human. - Finding humor in everything that happens in my life makes the hardships easier for me to deal with.-
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  8. I think I have a pretty good idea of what drives you to go to dreamy Australia. It might have something to do with the heart and it's got nothing to do with anatomy. :) It's very admirable (and cute), this big effort that you're doing evidenced by the vast knowledge of the Australian immigration that you're sharing with us and that we're also very thankful for. :) God bless you in your endeavors.
  9. It's good that you're already there in the Middle East because you can look for a job as a nurse there. But I get the vibe that you really want to do Australia, noh?:wink2: How is living and working there in Kuwait? Goin' back to Australia, what do you suggest is the cheapest path with the least resistance that I can take to get anywhere there? Forgive me if I'm being much of a bother. I can't remember if you've told me that already. I'm actually a mess as well, most likely worse than your case. My credentials are not that good, that's why I can't decide yet on which path to take. I can't waste time and money, especially money. I'm not a university nursing graduate. But my first course (BS Biology) I got it from UST. I envy the graduates here, actually...
  10. It'll be best if you ask aelith and the others. They're very accommodating.:wink2: Hmm...Victoria...you mean they accept fresh grads in Victoria and not in Queensland? I thought it's the other way around. It's good that these consultants reply immediately.
  11. Well, well...fellow hopefuls are popping up as well. I'm also a second courser/transferee. It shows how accommodating you seem to people. They won't be disappointed.:wink2: Middle East...yeah, I figured.:wink2: Is the weather there tolerable? I have a cousin in Dubai. Why didn't you apply as a nurse there for experience? The pay as a nurse is good in the Middle East, right?
  12. something just struck me...how about caregiving or working in hospice/care homes/institutions as a caregiver in queensland? could do it as a first step?
  13. you miss nursing... i miss medicine and nursing. just to share with you, being complimented as "heaven sent" by one of my patients/clients made me realize how powerful a simple gesture as spending time with an ailing cancer patient is, just talking about things. i was a med student back then and i brought that with me to nursing. i would've done a lot being a physician. not being able to finish med school, i intend and hope to give the same compassion as a nurse. noble profession we chose, we can't practice. it may be a large part about money, but what i said in the interview that got me into med school before: "i wanted to help...", it was sincere. and that's what makes me sad. but compassion should not just start and end there, eh? :wink2: btw, what country are you residing in?
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    point well taken! thanks take care & Godbless:cool:
  15. hi, aelith! if you're a filipina & still looking for a way to australia, then i assume you're in the philippines. so, a pleasant good morning to you! i'm using the pc in the office i'm working in. being on the same boat and experiencing being lost on our way going to our chosen career, i guess you're as gratuitous as i am of this website/forum. eh?:wink2: we actually got some strength, not just info, to continue pursuing our elusive(?) career objective from amongst ourselves here in this forum. and, i really thank you for being one of those that helped me first to stand up and go for it again. let's hang on to each other as well as to the other members on this forum and hope for the best.:wink2: thanks again take care & Godspeed:cool:
  16. wow...i really appreciate the help. i guess you really do understand my predicament. thank you really for your compassion. i'll take all of your advices in consideration. expect that i'll turn to you for inquiries. are you, by any chance, also a fellow asian? just asking. give me some links where i can get some more information on getting hired in australia, specifically queensland. and maybe i can help you in return and we can both make it in australia. i'll check out the lead you've just given me. 'til my next inquiry. thanks again. take care & Godbless. u really make a good nurse, compassionate and all.:wink2: