I won't say that I always wanted to be a nurse, but it is a near thing. Even when life got in the way, and delayed my career for several years, nursing was always in the back of my mind.When I finally did get into nursing school, I was ecstatic. It was grueling and stressful, but never scary. I breezed through tests and clinicals, and I knew I had made the right choice for a lifelong career. I was made for this!I worked on a busy Med/Surg unit as a nursing assistant and unit secretary during school (which despite being an ADN program took four years due to an extensive waiting list for the nursing program). I believe the experience I gained from that job made me a better nurse, and I encourage all perspective nurses to be a nurse's aide first (trust me, you can tell the difference from those who don't have that prior hands-on care).Needless to say, when I graduated and started orientation on that same unit, I felt well prepared for what was expected of me. I was nervous, but not scared. My education and previous experience did not leave any room for fear in me. I quickly got the hang of things and was soon comfortable in my new role. I had my time management skills well honed, and was never late with medications or charting. My patients were well cared for, and my call light volume was low, despite heavy patient loads. I just couldn't understand why it took some nurses so long to chart and get their tasks completed.I completed one full year on Med/Surg before I wanted to spread my wings. I had always been very interested in critical care, and as luck would have it, a spot had just opened up in our ICU--not something that happened very often. I took a chance and applied. Happily, I was accepted.I went into this job, one year fresh out of school, brazen and cocky. Of course I belonged there--I had done so well in school and out on the floor. This would be a piece of cake. Oh, how quickly I was knocked off my horse!The ICU was worlds--galaxies--away from Med/Surg. Even though I felt like I knew everything, my coworkers wasted no time in proving me wrong. My preceptor, and ICU nurse for more than twenty years, bombarded me with questions constantly, about things I'd never had to think about before. Not just the "how" and the "why" of things, but the "what else", "what if", and "what do I need to do to change this". These are critical thinking skills that I thought I was using already, but clearly was not. It is hard to critically analyze your patient's care when you're busy completing tasks. I quickly learned that we don't do tasks in the intensive care unit, we manage patients. And it is an absolute must to know what you're talking about at all times. There usually isn't time to look up references when you're not clear on something. And I knew next to nothing.I would leave every morning after a long and stressful shift in tears. I wasn't good enough, or smart enough, or fast enough for this job. Doubt started creeping in about my life as a Med/Surg RN, and I begun to fear that maybe I wasn't even as good at that job as I so arrogantly believed. There were many days during my orientation that I had to talk myself out of quitting. How could I be trusted with patients' lives?Slowly, but surely, it got better. I immersed myself in critical care textbooks and journals every day. My eyes would go cross-eyed reviewing my patients' charts making sure I knew everything that could potentially go wrong with them. I asked questions. I practiced. I survived.It's been three years now, and I look back on that time with embarrassment. It was my own over-confidence that made for such an awful experience. No brand new nurse would be expected to function on the same level as seasoned pros. And a 3.9 GPA doesn't prepare you to recognize minute changes in your patients as an impending disaster...only experience can do that. I still don't know everything, but the difference is, I know that now. I know more than I ever did, and I'm learning more every day, which is the beauty and the point of nursing--that endless supply of new knowledge. I am eternally grateful for my preceptor, who saw right through me, and believed enough in me to make me change and grow. I hope to someday be a tenth of the nurse she is.My advice to prospective ICU nurses is to be afraid. Something's wrong if you're not scared, and you're most likely not ready. Learn. About everything. Listen to the nurses that have been doing it for years. Stick with it. Nothing is more exciting or rewarding than balancing on that thin line between life and death, and these patients need good nurses. Welcome to the club! 1 Down Vote Up Vote × About Trissity, ASN, RN I have been an RN for four years, and an ICU nurse for the last three. I love (almost) every minute of it! 1 Article 6 Posts Share this post Share on other sites