I wanna
For all those who ever asked my why I want to be a nurse....heres the answer.
i want to work triage in a city emergency room, be streetwise and kind.
i want to hold a starving child in Sudan and drip nourishment into his mouth.
i want to be an expert, called upon by the Times to comment on the latest health care issues.
i want to relieve the pain of the mother dying of ovarian cancer.
i want to relieve the pain of her teenage daughter left behind.
i want to race through the halls to answer a code, to feel that adrenaline rush.
i want the patient to live.
i want to find that one tiny remaining vein so an eldery, dehydrated patient can get fluid.
i want to straighten out the sheets, remove every wrinkle, fix the pillow just right--because it is all i have left to offer a dying patient.
i want time enough.
i want to unscramble all the tubing, wipe off a port, and inject a precisely titrated dose of medication.
i want to give report on time.
i want to turn off the respirator of a patient who has suffered too long and leave him in the arms of his family.
i want to learn some amazing fact about the human body. again.
i want to be honest about prognosis.
i want to be hopeful.
i want to respond to an international disaster, live in a tent, curse the conditions, provide care without modern equipment or adequate supplies, and know it's some of the best nursing i've ever done.
i want to understand.
i want to stand up on a podium in front of the senate and eloquently, movingly, brillantly argue for mandatory staffing laws.
i want to tuck a newborn, still wet, into the perfectly fitted place at her mother's breast.
i want to tell a mother whose baby has died how beautiful he was.
i want to teach a patient how to give herself insulin and see her smile when she accomplishes it.
i want to recognize the arrhythmia on the monitor and intervene before the heart flies off into useless flutter.
i want to go back to school.
i want to write a book about all the crazy, terrible, comical, heartbreaking, and inspiring experiences i've had as a nurse.
i want to be a manager. to support and be an advocate for my nurses while still demanding excellence.
i want to drive home satisfied with the finished shift.
i want never again to listen to a toddler's silent chest.
i want to laugh with my coworkers so hard it hurts.
i want to cry until it stops hurting.
i want to teach at a great university, influence generations of nurses to come.
i want to call the patient who had no more time left and tell him we've got a heart.
i want to monitor vital signs, comfort the family of the teenager harboring the offered heart.
i want to earn the respect of my fellow nurse.
i want to work triage in a city emergency room, be streetwise and kind.
i want to hold a starving child in Sudan and drip nourishment into his mouth.
i want to be an expert, called upon by the Times to comment on the latest health care issues.
i want to relieve the pain of the mother dying of ovarian cancer.
i want to relieve the pain of her teenage daughter left behind.
i want to race through the halls to answer a code, to feel that adrenaline rush.
i want the patient to live.
i want to find that one tiny remaining vein so an eldery, dehydrated patient can get fluid.
i want to straighten out the sheets, remove every wrinkle, fix the pillow just right--because it is all i have left to offer a dying patient.
i want time enough.
i want to unscramble all the tubing, wipe off a port, and inject a precisely titrated dose of medication.
i want to give report on time.
i want to turn off the respirator of a patient who has suffered too long and leave him in the arms of his family.
i want to learn some amazing fact about the human body. again.
i want to be honest about prognosis.
i want to be hopeful.
i want to respond to an international disaster, live in a tent, curse the conditions, provide care without modern equipment or adequate supplies, and know it's some of the best nursing i've ever done.
i want to understand.
i want to stand up on a podium in front of the senate and eloquently, movingly, brillantly argue for mandatory staffing laws.
i want to tuck a newborn, still wet, into the perfectly fitted place at her mother's breast.
i want to tell a mother whose baby has died how beautiful he was.
i want to teach a patient how to give herself insulin and see her smile when she accomplishes it.
i want to recognize the arrhythmia on the monitor and intervene before the heart flies off into useless flutter.
i want to go back to school.
i want to write a book about all the crazy, terrible, comical, heartbreaking, and inspiring experiences i've had as a nurse.
i want to be a manager. to support and be an advocate for my nurses while still demanding excellence.
i want to drive home satisfied with the finished shift.
i want never again to listen to a toddler's silent chest.
i want to laugh with my coworkers so hard it hurts.
i want to cry until it stops hurting.
i want to teach at a great university, influence generations of nurses to come.
i want to call the patient who had no more time left and tell him we've got a heart.
i want to monitor vital signs, comfort the family of the teenager harboring the offered heart.
i want to earn the respect of my fellow nurse.