Chill Out, Things Gonna Change

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 100^th time. I would, without hesitation, recommend the 8^th floor to my friends or family members who might themselves need neurology care. The nurses on the 8^th 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…