So long St Louie
I came, I worked (HARD), contract over!
Thank you to my husband and family who all endured my stories, tales and days of this facility. Thank you to the facility for allowing me to be part of the group for 13 weeks!
I completed my last contracted shift at the St. Louis hospital on early Saturday morning. I must say I walked out with a light step and a huge smile. There was such a sense of completion. I hope that I made a difference, that I left an impression (a good one). Most importantly I hope that I made the lives of my patients better for the time I got to share with them. As I crawled into bed I let out a huge sigh, massive....It was letting go of the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful experiences I had while there.
My co-workers hugged me as I said my final fare-wells and wished me to stay. A great feeling and a wonderful way to leave one of the most challenging places I have ever worked.
There was an element of bittersweet as always. Every facility becomes a "home" hospital. The people I work with, regardless of how easy or difficult they are to work with become people I think and care about. There are inside jokes, funny moments and everything else one would expect from working so closely with people...then in a moment all of that is over.
I left the hospital on a busy evening full of change for the facility and myself. I walked to the car, with my husband, my love waiting with open arms...all knowing it is going to start all over and we are onto the next place.
A couple things I take with me:
Although this isn't my favorite facility to work at, the people are amazing and I would work along-side of them any day.
Doctors make me insane for the most part. There are a few great ones, many mediocre and sadly many that seem as though they don't care. All said types I have encountered and learned things about myself and the care I hope to be able to provide....All have been learning experiences and something I will never take for granted.
I still love being an ER nurse. No patient is the same...No experience is the same...All are a gift....
What is next? Not sure....Andy and I are weighing out our options and seeing where our family is headed.
Thank you to my husband and family who all endured my stories, tales and days of this facility. Thank you to the facility for allowing me to be part of the group for 13 weeks!
I completed my last contracted shift at the St. Louis hospital on early Saturday morning. I must say I walked out with a light step and a huge smile. There was such a sense of completion. I hope that I made a difference, that I left an impression (a good one). Most importantly I hope that I made the lives of my patients better for the time I got to share with them. As I crawled into bed I let out a huge sigh, massive....It was letting go of the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful experiences I had while there.
My co-workers hugged me as I said my final fare-wells and wished me to stay. A great feeling and a wonderful way to leave one of the most challenging places I have ever worked.
There was an element of bittersweet as always. Every facility becomes a "home" hospital. The people I work with, regardless of how easy or difficult they are to work with become people I think and care about. There are inside jokes, funny moments and everything else one would expect from working so closely with people...then in a moment all of that is over.
I left the hospital on a busy evening full of change for the facility and myself. I walked to the car, with my husband, my love waiting with open arms...all knowing it is going to start all over and we are onto the next place.
A couple things I take with me:
Although this isn't my favorite facility to work at, the people are amazing and I would work along-side of them any day.
Doctors make me insane for the most part. There are a few great ones, many mediocre and sadly many that seem as though they don't care. All said types I have encountered and learned things about myself and the care I hope to be able to provide....All have been learning experiences and something I will never take for granted.
I still love being an ER nurse. No patient is the same...No experience is the same...All are a gift....
What is next? Not sure....Andy and I are weighing out our options and seeing where our family is headed.
Oh, our family expanded....We adopted Miss B.
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