Several people have asked why I’m not going to go back to school for Nursing. Happy to explain.
The backstory for those who didn’t know me then: Back in 2007, when I had just moved back to Michigan and was having just a hell of a time finding a job in the abysmal Michigan economy, I went through my first forced “Ok, what do I really want to do with my life.” Going back to school became an option I considered for the first time in a looooong time.
Looking over the job postings day after day, I was seeing more medical field jobs posted than just about anything else. This was interesting to me, because I’ve always loved being in hospital settings and learning the marvels of the human body. I decided to go into Nursing, specifically, trauma/ER Nursing. I jumped on that wagon and rode it hard for 1.5 years to get my pre-requisites out of the way. At the end of that time period, I was crushed to discover I could no longer afford to go to school, nor did I have the available energy to go to school even half-time and work full-time.
The IT monster had sucked me back in, and didn’t actively hate my job (yet,) so I coasted.
I was as excited then by nursing as I am now by environmental science, entomology and botany. I still am keenly interested in the nursing field, and would be fascinated by it, I know. I feel its pull. When I see people in scrubs, I am envious.
Recently, one of our volunteers at the library collapsed with a seizure. It took over ten minutes for the ambulance to arrive, and we were left to fend for his care. It all came very naturally to me, and despite the fact I was getting blood, sweat and urine all over my nice work clothes, I felt good.
When I have been thinking about this most recent life change, naturally, my mind strayed back that way. I began to realize, though, that I am flaky enough not to quite trust myself and my schitzy little brain with someone’s life in an urgent situation.
I’m great in a crisis; I don’t think I would make the wrong decisions or take improper actions when someone’s life was unravelling before me. What worries me are the day-to-day “menial” tasks that can become so routine. Miscalculating a drug dosage or overlooking a patient allergy could mean the difference between life and death, and I can see myself doing both of those things, were I distracted or simply not focusing well. Just as some people wouldn’t trust themselves to be an airline pilot, after a lot of self-examination, I don’t think I should be a nurse. This pains me, but there you have it.
Thus, after giving that path a good, hard look, I decided to move along. There are plenty of fascinating fish in the sea.
When I was just getting into my pre-nursing schooling, my friend Hope (who is about my age, though a couple of years younger,) was trying to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up, too. She was debating between Nursing and Physician’s Assistant. It took a great deal of thinking and courage on her part, but she opted for PA school. This meant disrupting her life on a pretty huge level – moving from her co-housing home in Ann Arbor to Toledo to go to school being one of the major changes. PA school is far more intensive than Nursing, and she researched what she was getting herself into very well before making that decision (or so it seemed from the outside.)
Her courage is certainly admirable, and I know she’s going to be a fabulous PA. I’m a little jealous, too.
Several other friends (Heather, Trey, and RJ to name only a few) are also in the process of either making radical changes, or thinking about them pretty strongly.
We have an Epidemic of Awesome Change on our hands!
Go, brave people, go!
Be the change you want to see in the world, take control of your destiny, et cetera.