Guess who started working as an RN?? Hehehe I am seriously on cloud 9 right now despite the eye bags and zombie walk. I know it’s just the beginning and I know I’ve been itching to start working for a really long time now and maybe that’s why I’m so happy. But seriously, despite all of the doubt I had about my future, the feeling I have right now is thankfulness. I always thought I was ready. I had that kind of pride. But looking back, the past 3 months working as a PCA helped me so much. The past couple days I’ve had working as an RN have gone by so quickly and somewhat smoothly because I knew where everything was, I could easily talk to that confused patient trying to take off her gown to get back into bed (until shift change hehe) and I knew who I could ask for help from. The nurses who I’m giving report to or helping transfer patients to and from units, I’ve worked with most of them, so I’m comfortable talking to them and they’re comfortable with helping me and teaching me. The experience I’ve had has been invaluable and I…

So Sasha is having one of those existential crises  again 😛 It’s cuz it’s night time and I’m only wide awake because I’m convinced that I have to get ready for my 0200 turns and then my quick “lunch” and then get ready for my 04oo vitals on 13 patients and daily weights and empty out all the urinals and foleys for I’s and O’s before 0500. Let’s just say, this work weekend was craycray and I KO’d hard after work and now I’m wide awake. But as I sit here I keep thinking about life and living and whether or not I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing or if I’m doing the complete opposite. I wonder if I’m growing and changing into a better person. I wonder if my patients feel how much I care for them in those brief moments that I spend with them. I wonder if the sacrifices I’m making with my commute to work will be worth it in the end. I’m wondering if I’m a good friend or if I’m becoming that friend that I’ve come to resent. I keep wondering and wondering about all these things. That’s just the tip of…

A person who chases two rabbits catches neither. Woah. I follow Dale Partridge on Twitter, and he posted this thought provoking quote the other day. I haven’t been able to keep it off my mind. He posts so many good quotes and he has many blog posts on character development, relationships, life, love, and everything in between. I’ve come to especially respect his insights in 140 characters or less. You should check him out. Going back to the quote, I thought it to be something that stopped me right in my tracks because of how true it was.  In my own life, I’ve lived off the idea of taking advantage of every opportunity that is set before you. Every experience, good or bad, is experience that will make you better. Every person that comes in your life, who hurts you or blesses you, will help you in some unexpected way. Career opportunities were held under the same principle, that each offer to be considered would bring me one step closer to where I wanted to be in my life, whether or not that opportunity would make me happy or unhappy. So in essence, I’m going to take every opportunity set before…

This past week I was lucky enough to be blessed with an awesome birthday present from the bestie, tickets to Wicked the musical 🙂 It was such an unforgettable experience and I loved the story-line, the characters, the music, and the overall production. Even now thinking about it, I still feel a bit giddy and my insides feel like jumping up and down like a crazy person. Watching something that well put together really brought up emotions in such a unique way that took me back to some old dreams I had growing up. To be clear though, I’ve always wanted to be in the medical field since I was very young. And I’m definitely happy to be a nurse. But looking through my timeline of “What Does Sasha Want To Be When She Grows Up,” I’ll tell you that I used to want to be a pediatrician, and then I wanted to be a basketball player, I’ve wanted to delve into architecture, and then interior design, and even psychology. Yes, random. And people have also asked me, if you weren’t a nurse, what other non-medical related field would you choose? I usually say the same thing, probably an English professor or a writer, or…

So, if there’s anything I like to “brag” about myself, it’s the fact that I think that I have a lot of patience. Patience, meaning that I don’t get easily upset when things don’t go my way… patience, meaning that I’m willing to explain something to someone 10 times, 8 different ways… patience, meaning that I’m willing to take a step back and look at the bigger picture of things and understand that everything will not happen right away… patience meaning more than just waiting… more like being understanding and considerate of others, more like willing to take the long way of doing things to make sure things are done right, or more like being comfortable in being uncomfortable, knowing in the end things will still be okay.. So, being PCA, I’ve been stuck with a few patients that required more patience than I thought I had. One patient was developmentally delayed, blind, deaf and kept hurting himself despite being in restraints while yelling spontaneously at random times of the night. Another patient had dementia, spoke another language, kept trying to get out of bed and refused any care from anyone. Another patient was going through alcohol withdrawal symptoms and…