I'm at work. I am working my 4 week notice and preparing to transfer to another nursing job here in the hospital. A job that is away from the bedside. A job that is away from patients and their families.
I am ready for this after 10 years of dealing with some of the most abusive, unappreciative, vulgar scum on earth. Of course, I've also had the opportunity to deal with some amazing and wonderful people as patients and family members. I've had life changing experiences; euphoric, chaotic nights where a patient tried their very best to die and I stood between them and the exit, and crushing, torturous nights that ground my spirit down to the bone.
I've been sincerely thanked, given gifts, and visited later by well patients. I've been spat upon, cursed, struck, and called every name you could imagine as well. I've done chest compressions on a 19 year old girl while her parents held her hands. I've done them on a 70 year old man, while nearly every rib broke from the effort. I've listened as a mother begged her child not to leave her, and as another said, "Father, into Thy hands we commend his spirit."
I've taken everything I could from these experiences away with me, and I've given all that I had.
With a fond glance to my coworkers, I move forward.