What is being a nurse really like?
It’s like walking a tightrope with your hands in your pockets. You must do this, that and the other, without unbalancing the act.
Nurses get to see so many things, patients come in hurt, afraid and vulnerable, or angry, confrontational and manipulative, and everything in between.
We do the best that we can with the resources we have.
We listen, we cheer, we encourage, we set limits, we admonish and we educate.
We hear ways to use cuss words we never knew existed.
We get to listen to stories of people who have been married 60 years and how they met.
We learn about family feuds and dysfunction.
We listen to young children’s fears and teenagers’ anguish,
Sometimes they are wrapped up in anger and defiance, so we have to be detectives and counselors.
We pull people from the edge of death, and sometimes they live, and sometimes they just exist, in a bruised and battered body with no real knowledge of where they are.
We feel frustration and hope, anger and joy, and all the little points in between.
We do our job and beyond.
We care, and we believe, we give and we receive, we comfort and we pray, and we work as a team to heal.
We are the eyes and ears of not only the physicians, but the families who cannot be there.
We navigate the HIPAA laws…or try to, even through the angry phone calls.
We get to hold the hand of the dying as they transition beyond this life and we hold the babies, gently, tenderly and guide them into this one.
We get to do so many, many things, be intimate with one person at a time, we change them and they change us.
Acknowledged sometimes, scolded, hit, cursed and called names at other times.
It is hard, physically, emotionally, mentally.
It is tearing down and building up.
To be a nurse…it is life-changing. And I am blessed.