I've always wanted to be a nurse, i never went back and forth between career choices. Recently in clinical I had a patient that had a trach and just excessive amounts of foul smelling sputum, to the point that the primary nurse refused to go in the room without a mask. I went through the day just disgusted and fussing about it. The suctioning just made me want to vomit. A little background on him; he was hit in the head with a shovel had to have a craniotomy, the trach left him unable to speak, but he could follow commands, and mouth words to me. He was incontinent and wore diapers, throughout the day my instructor asked if we had any urinary output and everytime i checked the diaper it was dry. This concerned her so we went in and the diaper had been put on wrong therefore wasnt catching the urine. Long story short i cleaned him up and got everything fixed for him and as i went to leave the room I looked back at him and he had tears rolling down his face so I asked him if everything was ok and hes kept mouthing "thank you" and i responded you're welcome and he shook his head no and once again said "thank you". This touched me so much i left the room and lost it. He had had no family there for over a week, no one to contact, no one who cared whether this man was dead or alive, but for just a few minutes he felt like someone cared and that right there is why i want to be a nurse.....