Why hello there! Let me start by saying that I don't even know if blogging is my thing. I made my anon twitter account in August of 2014 and it has been my sanity these past couple months. Interacting with people who share the same joys and troubles at work as I do is quite refreshing. It gives me an anonymous place to vent and talk about my day with people that understand all the nursey words, but I'm figuring there are stories I want to tell that are more than 140 characters- so I figured I'd give this a shot. (Also, my grammar and comma placement may suck, so sorry in advance.)
I am 23 years old and I work in the Emergency Room of a level 1 trauma center in a city that's always on the lists of of 'Most dangerous Places in America'. No-I don't get gun shot wounds every night. They go to trauma. Which is separate from the ER. So stop asking me that family and friends.
When I was in high school, I volunteered at the local fire department with my dad. My mom suggested I take an EMT class one summer, so I did and fell in love. At 16 I was an EMT in my small rural town, taking calls as a 3rd crew member since I was too young to legally treat patients on my own.
I went to college knowing that I wanted to be an emergency room nurse. I loved when I had clinical days in the ER and became obsessed with the organized chaos. A sick patient would come in and nurses, doctors and techs would rush in, everyone knowing what tasks needed to get accomplished to stabilize the patient.
Midway through college I got a job as a tech on the mother-infant floor of the hospital. I stayed there a year, then needed per diem hours so I went pool. I hated everything about the medical-surgical floors. (Seriously though, no offense to the floor nurses- it's just not for me.) I hated walking into the same patients days and weeks at a time. I hated how everything was so scheduled, but nothing ever happened.
On July 1st I sat for my nursing boards. I walked out of the building, turned my phone on, and before I could even call the boyf to tell him to pick me up, my phone rang- it was HR offering me a job in the ER! I was so emotional from literally just finishing the NCLEX, I'm sure I sounded like a nut job on the phone with the HR rep.
As much as I can complain, I absolutely love my job. I love the emergency room, even when we have 25 in the waiting room, a full admit board with no hospital beds and medics coming in the back door with STEMIs and strokes. I love working the urban setting, dealing with overdoses, psychosocial issues, and even their usual sassyness. I love (most of) my coworkers. I am so so lucky to have landed my dream job right out of nursing school.
So that's my story in a nutshell. I've been a nurse for 1.5 years, so I'm still a baby. I hope I'm not too boring for anyone that might read this. Stay tuned for more if you feel so inclined...
TL;DR: I'm an ER nurse and I love my job.
-K
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