Last year around this time, I was so glad to be making a career change! I couldn't wait to get away from patient care. I was tired, burnt, spent and just felt so over it all. This picture with my friend Rachel was my last shift in the MICU. It snowed that day, a lot... remember all of that snow we got on the East coast... 3 foot or something crazy... well I am ashamed to admit that being my last day I was so focused on not having to stay overnight at the hospital because of the snow. It was all about me, it's my last day and this is just not fair and blah blah blah. What a horrible attitude, how did I let my nursing get so far gone at that point? And where is it now...
This year, today about 1 year later, I am missing those times so much. What I thought was the answers to my prayers, has become the farthest thing from that. I am a nurse, but right now I don't even feel like being called that is appropriate. It's funny how we change, how things change... I never thought I'd miss the bedside, but wow do I ever. Helping people is a special gift, one that I am just not currently using. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind what I do now and I like the people I work with, especially my project team, but when you aren't doing what your heart seems to be telling you to do, it is a struggle. I feel a strong sense of accountability to the project I am working on, so for now I am pushing ahead. But I know that I am to be doing more then this, making a difference...
Last night was the MICU post holiday party, I had a new finance class starting so I couldn't make it. It's probably better though, because just being in the MICU is hard, and I miss it more when I am there because I miss the clinical aspect so much. It's like being away from your home, your family, yourself...