Thanks mom.

So, I recognize the title might make you assume I’m thanking my own mom, but I’m not. You see, at work, I have what people might call a “work mom.” I hear that term all of the time. I never thought I’d ever join that list of people that utilize this term. I happen to think it is a term of endearment and I’m excited about it. Who is this person? Well, she’s one of…

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I’m here for you.

Dear diary, It’s my weekend to work. I’m not sure if it’s the same elsewhere, but at my hospital, nurses work every other weekend. I used to loathe it, but the weekends are typically quieter. There’s less staff across the board, so there isn’t too much that goes on. It’s nice to not be managed for a few days, or have to fill-in several doctors on how their patient is and if they had a…

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Commit to Sit

Dear diary, The holidays have come and gone. The past two years of being a nurse have changed the way I look at the holiday season. Mostly because hospitals are always open and so, working a holiday is part of the job. It makes you appreciate the times when every holiday was a guaranteed off-day. I lucked out and didn’t have to work Thanksgiving or Christmas, but when I did, I remember not only feeling…

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In common with the uncommon

Dear diary, It’s been a little long. I lost track of the days, hello life. It’s crazy to think about our schedules. Most registered nurses work about 3-4 shifts a week. That doesn’t include any possible overtime shifts. Do the math…that leaves us with a good amount of days off. Some nurses block it so they work all 3 or 4 shifts consecutively and their reasoning is, well, then they have consecutive days off, uninterrupted…

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Life is like the morning fog

Dear diary, I have a patient today, whose story is one of those that makes you wonder why terrible things happen to good people. She is only in her sixties, and she was a healthy, normal functioning woman living a simple life. She’s had lots of family in and out. Friends too. You could tell she’d impacted many people in her life and her absence was noticed. She was a biker. She’d ride all over…

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When the why doesn’t come

Dear diary, At the end of my shift, I was confronted by a patient’s son. He comes in every day from 4-6PM to see his mother. Her case is very complicated and raises many questions. Prior to her hospitalization, she was a high functioning person. She walked, spoke, cooked, cleaned, probably danced, and was probably cherished by many people. Perhaps those are my own hopes for her, but either way, she was a woman living…

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It Was a Day

Dear Diary, I’ve just returned home from a long shift. I remember when they told us shifts were 12 hours long. They never mentioned that 12 hours actually isn’t enough in many cases. To do what we do, and to do it well, it takes more than that. They say nursing is 24 hours…they’re not wrong. I truly get that. Today presented many of the usual obstacles. A few rapid responses. A septic work-up. Inserting…

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