My Privilege

   Hey guys! I have two options here: 1. blog about my amazing trip to New York City or 2. go back to the normal nursey blogging. I'm tempted to tell you all about my trip and continue the travel blogging, but the truth is that I actually already wrote about my trip and just didn't publish it. We visited a lot of the city, saw amazing things, and my sister and I saw Hamilton. I could go on and on, but most of you really wouldn't be interested in the obscure moments in Hamilton. That's why I decided not to publish it. Just know that I got a steal on the hottest tickets on Broadway and will treasure that forever. So. Back to the ol' grindstone.

   I've spent the last several minutes lying on my floor, petting my dog, and having a brain fart. I don't have any sort of theme to go with here. I don't have a rant or a list or a funny story. Whoops.
Ooh! I have an idea. You know those assignments where you have to write for however many minutes without stopping no matter where your brain goes? I'm going to try that with the theme of nursing/work/life. I'm setting my alarm for 5 minutes. Ready go.

I had the privilege of admitting a patient that I had gotten to know about a month ago. He had declined significantly. His family was at the bedside, and they are just the sweetest. They are so on top of things and are easy to work with. They are the model patient and family. I don't know what happened, but he ended up leaving our unit. I asked around, but it had happened on day shift so no one knew what happened. The family came back the next day and asked to talk to me. They had a question about his care and were very concerned about it. They told me that they came to my unit so that they could talk to someone that they could trust (me). I talked to them and gave them a hug before they left. It's moments like these where I love my job so much because life is short and as a nurse, you can use every shift to make a difference. I'm typing this sentence cause that finished a thought and I don't know where I'm going next and I still have two minutes left and I'm not supposed to stop typing. I can't decide whether I like being really bored at work or really busy. I think I like being really busy but not overwhelmed. It makes time go faster and helps me feel like I'm being useful. I was really bored at work yesterday which I'll never complain about, but it made the day drag on. I think that I worry too much about getting too busy. At my last job, I would be overwhelmed and then get an admission on top of that. That hardly ever happens at my current job, but it still worries me that I won't have the resources I need. I actually don't mind getting admissions at all when I'm on top of my work and my time is up.

   Wow. As far as meaningful posts go, this would not be in the Top 10. or 20. or 50. I'm not thrilled about posting this publicly, but I have been told that the best way to keep people reading is to keep giving them stuff to read. So now you have five minutes of my scatterbrain to read. That's all. Thanks for making it this far.
-C-