Posts Tagged "Caregiver"

Being A Nurse – What I Like Best

Posted by on Jul 25, 2018 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

I was thinking the other day about what I would say if someone asked what I liked best about being a nurse. You would think that after thirty-plus years I would have a favorite thing. So I thought about it awhile and this is what I came up with. It isn’t just that I can help people and make a difference in their lives. Oh, don’t get me wrong. That is a big part of why I like nursing, but it isn’t my favorite. After all, I am a caregiver at heart and I do love helping people. There is something so satisfying about knowing that your care has made a difference to somebody. This knowing is a precious gift to the caregiver! It also isn’t just because it is a great career. I didn’t know when I started nursing just how great it was! I thought I might like it, but I had no idea that it would be something with which I could support myself. Not only could I support myself, but I could do it on such a schedule that I could pretty much do anything else I wanted to do in life. There are so many types of nursing that you really can pick your schedule. True, there are the 12 hour shifts, but when you are young that is an advantage in many ways. I loved not being at work five days a week. And, as a “PRN” nurse where I set my own schedule in exchange for not getting benefits/not getting guaranteed hours, I could be at any church or family function I wanted to be.  It worked for me. I have often told people that nursing was a job I absolutely loved doing and it made the rest of my non-work life possible. My favorite part of being a nurse isn’t even that I value being a part of a team. That is a fantastic thing. Teamwork is vital in nursing. I have worked in places where it was perfect, and in other places where it was more challenging. I can tell you that if the teamwork is present, it is a beautiful thing. It is so very rewarding to be part of a team that can care for people and save lives, all while supporting and working as a well-oiled machine. Those moments are golden. So, after sharing several things that are wonderful, but NOT my favorite, let me share what is. It is something I have come to realize over the past few years more and more. My favorite part of being a nurse is the patients. People aren’t at their best when they come to the hospital. They are sick. They are scared. Their minds are often not clear. They depend on the nurse to make sure they are given the best care they can receive. That is a big responsibility, but also a huge privilege. I love asking the older ones what they did before they retired. (I...

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Who God Made Me

Posted by on Sep 19, 2015 in Uncategorized | 4 comments

Who God Made Me

Often, the question arises at work. How long have you been a nurse? I have to admit that I almost choke when I respond with the answer. Thirty years. How can it be? Where did those years go? I’m not even that old, am I? Oh wait, I am. Well. This week the nursing profession has been in the news a lot. I’m not here to comment on it, although I DO have an opinion. Anyway, because of all of the publicity, my Facebook page has been filled with offers of nurse-y products. Cute t-shirts and sweatshirts with clever or inspiring sayings on them. One of the sayings from a t-shirt caught my attention because of one phrase. “I am a caregiver.” That one tempted me, because, well. I am. A caregiver. The other morning I awoke at 4:55 a.m. and willed the phone to ring telling me they didn’t need me and I could stay home. (After all, who wants to get up at 5:20 a.m. to go to work.) I laid there for a half-an-hour, and when the phone never rang I got up and got ready for work. As I fixed my breakfast a little thrill went through my heart. I get to go to work today and take care of people. I get to see my friends. No kidding. It really happened. I felt a wee bit like I had a split personality! My husband has told me a hundred times, if he has told me once that I can’t quit nursing. “You NEED to take care of people and I didn’t sign up to be the only person you take care of.” So, I am a caregiver. It is who God made me. The next day I loaded books in my car, obsessively checked and rechecked to make sure I had my flash drive in my bag, and drove an hour to Greenville, SC. First I went to my publisher’s office and picked up several boxes of books. For one thing, I was getting low on copies of two of my books. For another, my newest book had arrived. As usual my publisher helped get the boxes to my car and off I went. This time I didn’t just drive home. I went to a school. That afternoon I spoke to two-hundred and fifty students in grades one through six at Hampton Park Christian School. It was delightful. As the students filed in my heart started beating fast. Not because I was nervous. No, because I was doing what God made me to do. I am a teacher. I love children. I was going to teach children about the writing process. I couldn’t wait! I also surprised the students with an unusual event, something I had never done before. The students helped me open my box of new books. Yep, right then and there. It was awesomeness. I came home exhausted but happy and two hours later marched off to Awana. Because, well, it involves helping children...

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