Terrible grammar aside - my current motto and actually the
title of a song. Who knew? Just when I finally stopped feeling nervous about my
job every night, I decided to take a new one. I might be crazy. It is still
night shift but it is at Providence Newberg instead of Portland – meaning I
just shaved 50 minutes each way off my commute time. I need to get my sorry
sleepy self off the road before I hurt myself or someone else. The move should
definitely help.
I am not a big one on change. I like routine and the known
which is why you will never find me working in the ER. I am not an adrenaline
junkie. I thought I would be at my neurology job for a long time but when the
opportunity came along to gain back a chunk of time each shift and allow me to
stop eating my meals in the car on the way to work,. I had to take it.
Part of what makes leaving my current job so difficult is leaving
the amazing nurses and CNA's I have worked with for two years. I LOVE the night team at
Providence Portland. They have basically taught me how to be a nurse. They are
funny, kind, compassionate and smart. They totally have my back. It is amazing
the experiences you share with your coworkers as a nurse. Together we have seen
the craziness of brains on drugs, seen people regain mobility after a stroke,
taken care of dying patients and their families and tried to convince our
confused patients to go back to bed for the 100th time. I would,
without hesitation, recommend the 8th floor to my friends or family
members who might themselves need neurology care. The nurses on the 8th
floor can take care of me any time.
I hope this new journey is a good one. The hospital I am
going to is much smaller. The old junior high fears start to creep up again –
will the staff like me? Am I 100 years older than the rest of the nurses? Am I
smart enough? Are my scrubs cute? Aw…chill out, things gonna change. Here we go…
