In August, I was sucked up by a vacuum. Not like a quantum vacuum in space … more like a giant Hoover.

I remember sitting in my living room minding my own business when all of the sudden I found myself in an enormous pile of crap (minus the fecal matter). It was more like a neighborhood leveled by a tornado. I was surrounded by a plethora of unfamiliar faces, an abundance of information, bandages, textbooks, needles, syringes, flying papers, catheters, dressings, notebooks, and naked plastic dummies. Read more

I officially started nursing school on Wednesday! I am not sure what I expected. Did I think I would be a natural and not have to work as hard as the others to pass the program? What was going through my mind the day I first decided to make such a drastic career change? Read more

I was always told that it is not polite to brag. Bragging is a form of self promotion. And, according to my mother, people that brag have low self esteem and are just looking for attention. All of that may be true, but I am taking a minute to brag! Read more

As I sat in the OR waiting for my shift to end, I tried to picture what my life would look like in 10 years. Would I be a nurse coming home to a husband and kids? Would I be back in school pursuing another career … maybe a 4th or 5th? I was amazed to find that no images came to mind. 

After several attempts to pull alternate realities from my mind, I decided that it would be easier if I started by eliminating careers that I will not have in the next 10 years.

Unless a miracle happens, I will never be …

1. a midget wrestler
2. a greyhound racing dog
3. a teenage prostitute
4. a male porn star
5. the Queen of England 
6. the president of the NAACP
7. an Indian chief
8. a monk
9. a ninja
10. the Toxic Avenger

As disappointing as all of that may sound, I did conclude that I do not hate my job. That’s right! For the first time in my life, the grass is greener on my side. Maybe a nurse will be the right career for me afterall …

To be continued in 10 years …

With one week under my belt as an anesthesia tech, I am feeling more confident about my decision to become a nurse. The week was not without incident and more tiring than I expected, but I made it through without losing my lunch.

It was a long week …

Having only spent time in an OR under anesthesia, I was not quite sure what to expect. I found out quickly that if I wanted to see blood, fat boogers and stomachs cut wide open, I had come to the right place. Read more

As another chapter ends in the book of life, I look back on all the previous chapters and wonder what I could have done differently. Am I writing this book in a way that will make sense to my readers? Did I make too many typos or mistakes?

My days as a journalist are over …

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