I grew up on a steady diet of Coke, pasta, and medical dramas. Shows like House, Grey's Anatomy, and Nurse Jackie were a weekly binge treat that fueled fantasies of working in a well-lit hospital, looking adorable in my scrubs, and making lifelong bo...
Remember that time your entire shift at work was filled with patients praising the saintly work you do, calling on you as the angel that you are, and respecting you as a profession, and maybe even as a person? No? Me neither. I work as an emergency r...
molly.hershman replied to NycRN92's topic in New York
I had my second interview on 06/26! I haven't heard anything back yet I tried reaching out for an update, but have not received any answers. Keep me posted, and good luck! :)
I was 16 years old when I saw death for the first time. I was working in a small emergency room, and they brought an old man in who had had a heart attack while out canoeing with his wife. There were chest compressions, quiet sobs from his wife, the ...
As a nurse, you have to prepare yourself for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Also, you should probably take some time to steel yourself against the smelly, the disgusting, the offensive, the exhilarating, and the exhausting. And wait.... did I forge...
Like most nursing students, I knew before starting school that I should invest in the essential: some well-fitting scrubs, a high-quality stethoscope, a small mountain of pens/notecards, and a water bottle. But now, after finishing my first semester,...
molly.hershman replied to molly.hershman's topic in General Students
Hi! Thanks you guys SO much for the lovely compliments. :) BeautifulOne, I am in a 14-month accelerated program at this time, and I got my Bachelor's in Science from the University of Michigan. :) I hope this helps!
When I first started nursing school, I spent the majority of my beginning weeks going through the normal nursing school hazing process: intensely studying, vacuuming down as many carbs as one can humanly acquire, doubting my self-worth, forgetting to...
It was then, as my patient rolled away in her wheelchair to parts unknown, I thought 'well, and that's when nursing school ended'. Week 8, and I had lost my patient. I don't mean 'lost', in that whole sad eyes 'oh-my-god-how-did-your-patient-die' los...
