Last year on this day, Sweetie and I were shopping at a
popular variety store in my old hometown when I got a call from the director of
my Nurse Refresher program. I had sent
her an email just before Christmas, abandoning pride and throwing myself on her
mercy.
Find me a unit--anywhere--willing to take me for clinical experience, I begged. My husband's company has been idle more than half this year and there are no projects on schedule for 2010. I need to work!
Find me a unit--anywhere--willing to take me for clinical experience, I begged. My husband's company has been idle more than half this year and there are no projects on schedule for 2010. I need to work!
She was not the person in charge of nurse placement, but
she read my email and went to work trying to place me. Now she was calling to tell me she had found
a place for me at Li'l Old County General, 12 minutes from home; I should
report the second week of January. That
phone call made my Christmas.
A few of you may understand the chagrin I felt on visiting relatives, most of whom were healthy, happy, and well-paid while we were unemployed, broke, and putting on a good front. I was glad for my family's success, but for me the hometown visit was too cruel a reminder of the years when we all had new clothes at Christmas, an obscene overabundance of gifts, and I was the Perfect Christmas Fairy.
A few of you may understand the chagrin I felt on visiting relatives, most of whom were healthy, happy, and well-paid while we were unemployed, broke, and putting on a good front. I was glad for my family's success, but for me the hometown visit was too cruel a reminder of the years when we all had new clothes at Christmas, an obscene overabundance of gifts, and I was the Perfect Christmas Fairy.
2010 proved to be a year of adjustments and (Thanks be to
God!) easing of financial worries. We
are in process of closing husband's company, a business into which we both put
many hours of time and creative energy.
His client base has been demolished by the economy and work is so
sporadic now that it doesn't make good sense to keep going. Still, it is difficult to agree to label it
DNR while there is any life left in the company. I think at last we've agreed that "quality
of life" for our company in this economy is impossible. Pull the plug. (sigh.)
Nursing work has made it possible for us to survive and prosper. I didn't get a paying position until June,
but Li'l Old County General has turned out to be a golden employer. Along with decent working conditions, decent
pay, and shift differential I got health insurance, sick leave, and chance for
advancement. These things are not (like husband's business) dependent on the whims of
the wealthy. Being a nurse makes it
possible for me to stand on my own and provide for us while doing some earthly
good.
Nobody is more surprised than I that nursing finally
worked out. Since I began in 1973,
nursing seemed an albatross of a job to
me; I never felt fast enough or smart enough, and the shift work was a constant
trial. I left nursing three times, but
fortunately I never lost my hard-won nurse sensibility. The RN refresher course gave me a chance to
demonstrate that my skills were not too rusted for use; forty years of varied
life experience had made me a better nurse, too.
In the upcoming year I will grapple with my future in
nursing; what direction will I take?
Informatics? Chemotherapy
certification? RN to BSN to MSN? Watch this space.
