graduate nurse


Posting again because I LOVE all the friends I’ve made from posting here. So, my name is Anjelica. Im 23! I’m from Kansas. I graduate nursing school this May, and am going to be an ER nurse. I love meeting new people and I love talking about conspiracy theories and aliens, you know, the important stuff in life lol. I love being outside, going on hikes and all that good stuff. Like I said, I love talking so I could rant forever but I think I’ll stop there and we should just follow each other on here or Instagram and start talking!
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Officially an RN

I wanted to write a quick update to those of you who followed along my road to becoming an RN… and I can’t begin to say how thrilled I am to announce:


Feels so sweet to say!! I graduated @ the end of December 2016. Didn’t receive my ATT until the beginning of March and scheduled right away. I mainly used Uworld to study.

I also was offered a position at my local hospital a few weeks before I even took the NCLEX!! I was in shock. So now that I’m an RN, I’ve officially accepted the position and start in a little under two weeks 😬!!

God is good.

The Domino Effect of (Un)Kindness

A nursing student, excited and thrilled to be in a nursing program, encounters unkindness from the staff nurses on the day of her very first clinical rotation. She’s not too surprised, since she was warned that nurses in this particular unit “hate students.” She carries on, disappointed, she carries on despite the passive aggressive commentary - she pastes a smile on her face, but she’s wondering what she’s getting herself into.

A graduate nurse, excited and thrilled to finally be out in the real world, encounters a preceptor who makes it clear she doesn’t want this role. She’s anywhere but at the side of her orientee. The graduate carries on, pushes aside her disappointment as she tries to figure out the flow of her new role, pushes aside her uncertainty as she approaches her preceptor with questions, only to be told “you have to learn this on your own,” pushes her fears way down as she trembles through her first code, alone. In the midst of chaos, she sees her preceptor sitting five feet away, watching and whispering to another co worker. She isn’t too surprised, she encountered unkindness in her clinical rotations as a nursing student, but she thought it would be different once she was a real nurse.

An experienced nurse, having experienced her share of unkindness as a nursing student, and as a staff nurse, shifts to a new role in leadership. She encounters a whole different level of unkindness from her program director, and from the nurse managers she’s responsible for. She pastes a smile on her face each day, and to the outside world she is a strong, capable leader, supporting the nurses despite the pushback pressures from up above, mediating with administration relentlessly, working for better working conditions, working to bridge the gaps. She’s tired, this is supposed to be the most trusted profession in America, yet at the very core, nurses were still unkind to their own. She’s tired, but no one sees it, for the mask she wore each day belied the clinical depression and devastation of not belonging, the great difficulty she had each day of facing all of these people who were unkind, and no one knew it. The smile she had for her colleagues, the kindness she extended to the nurses she was responsible for and the turmoil she experienced when she was alone. The mask that led to her taking her own life, only discovered when she, a very punctual person, was late for work - citing in her letter bullying from her director, bullying and pressure from the nurse managers. The level of support she needed and tried to reach for, but didn’t have at any facet, the mask she wore daily, and the world kept going.


A nursing student, excited and thrilled to be in a nursing program, nervously begins her clinicals. She’s a bit worried though, as she’s heard this unit isn’t fond of students.”Hello, welcome to our unit,” says the charge nurse. “It’s a busy day, we are short staffed and we may look as though we are busy and unapproachable, but please ask us questions. We will help you.”
It takes one person to be kind.

A graduate nurse, beyond thrilled to finally graduate, meets her preceptor, and she’s a bit worried. Her preceptor looks busy and irritated already, and it’s only 7:15am. Nervously, she introduces herself, as her preceptor pauses what she’s doing to look up, and says to her orientee, “Hi, I’m glad you’re here. They’ve given us a really shitty assignment. I know it’s your first day, maybe a bad impression of this unit, but we will make the best of it.” The graduate is nervous, and her preceptor isn’t smiling, but she can tell from her tone that she’s a preceptor that won’t let her drown. She isn’t wrong. She works through her orientation, learning her new role in this frightening world of responsibility for human life. She’s uncertain, but she approaches her preceptor with questions. She trembles through her first code, but she isn’t alone. She lacks speed and confidence, but she isn’t alone. Her preceptor challenges her to work faster, to think critically on her own, come to her own clinical decisions, and she doesn’t take any of it personally, because she knows that while her preceptor isn’t warm and fuzzy, her kindness is in her presence and her patience. She is supportive, and she remembers what it’s like to be new and feel like you’re fucking up every day.
It takes one person to be understanding.

An experienced nurse, a nurse who’s encountered significant unkindness in her practice, shifting to a new role. A role that puts her in the forefront of clinical practice, however a role that puts her back in a beginner’s role of leadership. She’s worried, as there are many leaders who’ve been in this role a very long time. She’s worried, as this role has a reputation for significant responsibility, demands and pressures, a role that had not ended well for her predecessor. She’s worried, for although this is America’s most trusted profession, she’s tired of the politics and hypocrisy, and she fears one day she will become one of them - if everyone considers themselves to be kind, then why was there still so much unkindness? She’s worried she will quit a profession she’s worked long and hard for. She’s worried about failing, she’s worried about not meeting expectations, she wonders what will happen when she comes across significant unkindness again, and she’s worried about putting on a mask again. “Welcome,” says her program director. “We are so happy to have you here.”
It takes one person to change the shape of unkindness.

We can be that change.

Martha Minerva Franklin (1870-1968)

Art by Anna Rüth (instagram

The daughter of a black Union solider, Martha grew up in Connecticut.  She graduated from the Women’s Hospital Training School for Nurses in December 1897.  She was the only black student in her class.  Minerva began her career working as a private nurse in Connecticut.  

In 1906, Martha surveyed more than 500 black nurses.  She discovered that while the prestigious American Nurses Association was technically open to all races, many black nurses were effectively barred from the national organization because it required membership in State Nurses Associations, many of which refused to admit black members.

Martha organized a national meeting of black nurses in New York City.  The attendees formed the National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses and Martha was elected president.  The organization’s goals were to improve training for black nurses, reduce racial inequality in the nursing profession, and cultivate leaders from within the black nursing community.

In 1928, Martha moved to New York City and enrolled in a post-graduate course at Lincoln Hospital.  After graduation, she qualified as a registered nurse and began working as a school nurse.  After her retirement, Martha moved to New Haven to live with her sister.  She died at the age of 98.

The National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses flourished during World War II.  The need for wartime nurses combined with the organization’s activism expanded employment and training opportunities for black nurses.   First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and Congresswoman Frances Bolton provided strong support for these changes.  After the war, the National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses voted unanimously to join the American Nurses Association.  The National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses disbanded in 1951.

Pity Party (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Originally posted by clinatasha

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Requested?: ‘Hi! If your still taking request can you please do a poly!hamilsquad x reader and it’s their birthday but the boy’s don’t know?’

Prompt: It’s Reader’s thirtieth birthday and her boyfriends forgot. 

Words: 1100+

Warnings: Yelling, Crying, Swearing, Forgotten birthday

Masterlist // Part Two


Today, you turned thirty. 

You woke up with this hitting you like a runaway train. You stared at the ceiling as your four lovers slept soundly around you. You went on a short trip through your twenties. You graduated high school at seventeen and immediately enrolled into nursing school. You graduated nursing school at twenty-one with your bachelor’s degree. You landed your current job as a full-time nurse a few months later. When you were twenty-four, you reunited with your high school friends and found yourself falling in love again with Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and Lafayette. When you turned twenty-six, the boys took you to vegas and you woke up the next day hungover and married to Alexander (You and Alexander were really drunk and went to a drive thru wedding chapel). This ‘marriage’ then lead to you entering a poly relationship with your new husband and his boyfriends. And now here you were, at age thirty, with the same job and same lovers.

You sat up after a few minutes, remembering you had to work. You got out of bed and did your normal routine; you showered, got dressed in your nurse scrubs and sneakers, braided your hair, tossed your pajamas into the hamper, and walked into the kitchen to make coffee and your normal weekday breakfast. You felt kind sad that you’re ‘old’, according to millennials. But, you were still the youngest out of your lovers; you now being thirty, Alexander and Lafayette both being thirty-two, John being thirty-three, and Hercules being thirty-five. You guys would tease Hercules for being old but then the tables were turned and you’d be teased about being the ‘baby’ of the relationship. You were okay with being twenty-nine since you were still in your twenties. But now you were the newest member of the thirties club. Oh, you could hear the teasing now. This day should go by fast or else you were gonna start lopping heads.

You were intently staring at the toaster as Alexander entered the kitchen. You and he were always the early risers and would always the first people to leave the apartment. 

“’Morning, my love.” Alexander murmured sleepily as he hugged your waist and kissed your shoulder. You murmured a ‘good morning’ as you retrieved your toaster waffles. You nibbled on the flaky pastry as Alexander poured himself a mug of coffee. You waited for him to say the phrase that reminded you of your wasted youth but you frowned when he didn’t.

“Alex?” You said his name as you watched him from the open space carved into the wall that divided the kitchen from the open living space. 

“Yes, love?” Alexander answered as he turned on his laptop at the dining room table.

“What day is it?”

“Wednesday. Why?”

Your eye twitched. Why wasn’t he saying it? It was just two words. ‘Happy birthday’. He didn’t….. No, Alexander never forgot your birthday. You knew him more than Lafayette, John, and Hercules. He always remembered. Every year. Maybe he did forget this year? He has been pretty busy lately with his latest novel and having to switch publishers. That was understandable. 

Lafayette and John enter the living space. John takes a seat at the dining room table and Lafayette walked into the kitchen. He murmured something in your hair as he hugged your waist. John rested his head on the table as he slowly woke up. You pulled away from Lafayette as you grabbed your coat and bag. 

“See ya.” You said as you left the apartment without another word.

Lafayette watched you leave and frowned. “Did we forget something today?” He asked. Alexander shook hesitantly and John shrugged.

“Not that I know of.” John murmured. 


Later that Night ~

You had a really stressful day. You clocked in and immediately had to deal with the asshole family of one of your child patients. The child had a broken arm and the mother yelled at him because it was his fault he broke his arm. You ended up calling security and she cursed at you, which you expected. Some of your fellow nurses wished you a happy birthday and gave you sweets and cards. You felt better but there was a hollow feeling in your heart because your lovers most likely forgot your birthday. You didn’t receive any ‘happy birthday’ texts from Alexander, John, Hercules, or Lafayette. But you did get texts from Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, George, Thomas, Aaron, James, even your parents and your friends’ parents. Your mood got worse and worse as the day dragged on. It started to rain when you got off work and you took the subway. The subway was delayed for about a half hour until you were able to get home.

You walked into the apartment and dropped your bag and coat on the ground. The apartment was dark but you saw the blue light of the television in the living space ahead of you. You could see Alexander, Lafayette, and John sitting on the couch and Hercules wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You kicked off your shoes and walked into the living space. They didn’t notice you until you started emptying your scrubs’ pockets, putting the birthday sweets and gift cards onto the dining table. Alexander stood and walked over to you, about to give you his usual ‘welcome home’ hug and kiss but you stepped back, your arms crossing. He lowered his arms, confused.

“Did something happen, (Y/N)?” Alexander asked.

You bit your lip and glared at him. “Do you have any idea what day it is today?”

Alexander frowned and shook his head. Lafayette paused the movie and he and John stood up and walked over to you and Alexander. Hercules emerged from the hallway and came over as well.

“Today is my fucking birthday!” You hissed, tears leaking from your eyes that were squeezed shut. “My thirtieth birthday!”

The guys all froze, their jaws hanging open. You growled as you pointed to the cards and candies on the table. “My co-workers remembered. Our friends remembered. Hell, you parents remembered! Why the fuck couldn’t you?!”

“Mon Amour-” Lafayette started but you held up your hand, silencing him.

Don’t.” You hissed. “Don’t you fucking dare. You can apologize when this day is over.” You grabbed your coat and bag.

“Where are you going?” Hercules asked as you opened the door.

“I’m staying with Eliza for the night.” You said before you looked at them with a fake sarcastic smile and tears falling down your face.

And thank you for such a fantastic thirtieth birthday.

And then you left, the door slamming behind you.

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I am...A Nurse

I am. A Nursing Student, 99% of the time I have no idea what I’m doing. The 1% is what gives me hope in the early hours of the morning when I’m about to begin again.

I am. A Graduate Nurse. I’m not sure what I’ve gotten myself into, or what area I’m going to end up working in, what area is the right fit, what will make me feel like I belong, but I’m getting there.

I am…An LPN. I’m a nurse too, I work extraordinarily hard and I am not given the respect registered nurses are given. I’m a nurse, and I’m proud to be a LPN, I wouldn’t change what I do for the world - but I wouldn’t mind challenging people’s perspective a bit.

I am. A Charge Nurse. It sucks to be in charge most days, a sort of juggling act where you keep dropping the balls, no matter how skilled you are. I’m a charge nurse, and I wish someone would support me for once, instead of the nurses complaining about their assignment, instead of management complaining about the nurses.

I am. A Nurse Practitioner. I remember how this feels, my heart goes out to the bedside nurses when I am rounding, and I wish I could jump in and help them instead of leaving after consults, I sometimes wish they understood we aren’t so separate, I’m still a nurse too.

I am. A CRNA. It’s a title that confuses people. Hell, it confuses me. I’m a a certified registered nurse anesthetist. But, people mix me up with the anesthesiologist - and when corrected, they say, “oh you’re the nurse. Not the doctor.” I slaved my way through graduate school. I can recite anesthetic agents in my sleep, I can manage people’s pain, and I can throw down an endotracheal tube so fast you would miss it if you blinked. I’m a nurse, I have all the heart of what I did at the bedside, and the badass side of a masters prepared graduate in my specialty.

I am. A Nurse Educator. I still don’t have all the answers, and that’s ok. If I could go back in time, I would tell myself it’s ok to feel like you’re on a roller coaster as a student. It’s ok to drown as a new grad and ask a million quesrions until you surface and it’s ok to feel the drain of everyday nursing. Not every day will be a great one, but every one will be worth it.

I am a nurse. I’ve lost count of the amount of patients I’ve lost, but miraculously I can remember their faces, what occurred and the devastation surrounding each and every event. I’m a nurse. I’ve shared hours, and shifts of joy & heartaches with my coworkers - and these are some of the most significant memories I will carry with me, as etchings of the nurse I’ve become, and the guiding point of the nurse I someday aspire to be. I’ve held the hand of patients dying with dignity, and grieving families, praying for and comforting them long beyond my shift, and I wouldn’t expect any patient satisfaction survey to reflect the importance of how this feels. I am a nurse, and I appreciate what I get to do every day.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm about to graduate nursing school and am a bit nervous to start the interview process. Have any suggestions? THANKS!

Hi! Congrats on nearing the end of nursing school! So exciting! Interviewing can be nerve racking for sure. Here you’ve done all this work of just surviving during nursing school and now you’ve got about an hour to prove to some panel of people that you’re worth hiring and putting those skills to use. 

I actually just spent a day sitting in interviews for nurses who want to join our new grad program. Here are some {lengthy!} things that would be helpful to keep in mind (side note, these are good for any RN interviews, no matter how long you’ve been doing it and (2) while some of these may seem critical of the interviewee, please know that I LOVE new RNs and student nurses and this is all said out of wanting you all to do the best you can):

1. Research the hospital/institution you want to work for. We’re looking to see that you’re going to be a good match, for our retainment purposes as well as your own job satisfaction. My hospital asks specifically what you’ve heard about us that makes you want to work there. Be specific and genuine. That fact that we’re Magnet is great but not the end all be all. I chose my hospital because of their commitment to diversity. At another hospital you may value their Christian mission. Whatever it is, show that you have a basic understanding of who you’ll be working for and why that means something to your personally.

2. Many interview questions are behavioral based now. What that means is we’re asking you questions to try to understand how you think and will approach a situation. You should answer these in three succinct parts. (1) what the situation was (2) what did you do about it [not your nurse/instructor/preceptor] (3) and what was the result. We’re not looking for perfect situations. You’re a new nurse, you won’t do everything right. But you should be able to show your process for working through things. And if you didn’t do it exactly right, tell us how you’ve learned from that situation and what you would do differently next time. Also there are some basic themes to these type of questions. For example, a tough clinical case, what you did when you had a patient diagnosis you weren’t familiar with, how do you handle conflict, etc.

2a. Personal pet peeve. Do NOT tell me that you’ve never had conflict. Do NOT tell me you hate and/or avoid conflict. This isn’t healthy. Everyone has conflict at some point. We’re not asking you about a shouting match or a fist fight. We’re asking how you handled a difference of opinion, a misunderstanding, or a difficult patient. Conflict can be a good thing! Challenging others and ourselves helps us grow. Show that introspection and maturity in your answer.

3. In conjunction with #2, be thinking about your previous clinical situations before the interview. Have a crazy story? Chances are that’s the one you’re going to want to share with us. Memorable for you will be memorable for us. Especially when we’re interviewing dozens of people for only a few select spots.

4. ASK. US. QUESTIONS. I don’t care if you think you found out everything you need to know from the hospital’s website or recruiter. This is the 45 minutes or so you have to convince us that we want to hire you. We want to have a conversation with you. Even if it’s, “the recruiter told me a lot about your great staffing ratios, how did you come up with those?” or “I saw on your website that you recently embarked on xxx study. I was interested in what other kinds of studies you do, or how are the bedside nurses involved in efforts like these?” so on and so forth 

5. Think about what you want to convey to us at the beginning of the interview and let that be your theme throughout. What makes you you? Are you naturally funny? Tell us a story about how joking around with a patient distracted them during a painful wound dressing change. Are you a nut for details? Tell us about how you caught an error before it hit your patient. 

6. Don’t worry too much about being nervous. Prepare ahead of time and the rest will come. We know that you’ll be nervous, your first RN job is a big deal. But the thing is, we’ve all sat in that chair. And no matter how your interviewer comes across, they all want you to do well and be successful. If you’re not a match, it’s okay. (repeat that, alright?) Being a match is important. Being happy at your job is important. You interviewer is trying hard to determine if they’re going to be an equally good match for you. So a “no” is not always a bad thing. 

I hope this all helps! Feel free to add or ask any other specific questions about the interview process that you have. Of course every hospital will be a little different but I think this will get you started. They’re are a lot of articles out there on this too that you can find through a google search. Also try your career services dept on campus who can practice interviewing with you. 

Supporting New Graduate Nurses

1. Always be kind. The graduate nurse was a Student Nurse about five minutes ago. Remember your own beginning.

2. Practice patience during hand-off reports. Remember how you were once scared to give report to the experienced nurses.

3. If they’ve forgotten something crucial, like follow up of labs, or starting a stat medication, yelling at them and criticizing won’t help. Guidance will. Chances are they feel terrible about not doing the best they can, and are already criticizing themselves.

4. Giving them the worst assignment on the unit, and standing back to watch while they drown - it may teach them time management, and it may teach them to handle stress - but it will also teach them that their coworkers threw them to the wolves.

5. Involve them in critical cases by having them watch first. They’re likely scared. E.g., a code; they may not feel comfortable jumping in right away if they’re a visual learner. They may even freeze up if it’s their own patient coding. Debrief with them afterwards. None of us are experts. Codes especially. Remember the first critical patient you saw, remember your first code.

6. If they make a mistake, talk to them personally - it isn’t nice to go and laugh about it with others on the unit. They are probably more perceptive than you think. It’s a hurt that will leave a mark, and you may not know it. They’ll try to be brave. They’re new. They’re learning. And just like you, they will continue to make mistakes. Imperfection isn’t only for the brand new.

7. They may not ask for help. They are learning how to function without an instructor. They are learning how to function without a preceptor. They are learning how to just function without falling apart. They are likely trying to prove that they can do this on their own. Sometimes the people whom everyone assumes can handle things well, are the people you need to help the most. Encourage them to ask lots of questions - without installing fear and ridicule for not knowing.

8. Don’t embarrass them in front of the patient during hand-off report. Don’t embarrass them in front of your peers, or nurse manager. Chances are pretty high that they may feel like they don’t know what they’re doing, or belong. It will alienate them further if you aren’t kind. People remember kindness, but they likely remember meanness more.

9. Ask them how their day is going, and let them know you are there to support them whenever they need it. Empathy is never lost on a beginner.

10. When you’re tempted to say something mean, remember your own beginning. Remember how it felt to pass NCLEX, become licensed and the thrill of starting a brand new job. Remember how you’d hoped to make some new nurse friends, and then remember the people who just weren’t welcoming. Remember how that felt. Remember the days you felt like quitting. Remember the people who weren’t so nice. Remember the people who guided you. Remember the people who took the time to explain mistakes, and what to learn from them - and remember those who encouraged you to be the nurse you’d hoped to become. Remember the people who were simply kind.

The One, Part 7

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?


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Dispatches from Gauche Obscene Corporate Medical Circus:

- Thank god for that insane reflecting pool/fountain/stagnant puddle of dyed water at the core of this multi-billion-dollar shrine to the profit of suffering because without it I might notice that the pleather on the chair in my dad’s room is literally falling off of it or that this sprawling compound of glass and steel and artifice is understaffed by people who realized only after graduating medical or nursing school that they absolutely don’t want to do any part of this for a living

- My dad’s aide is a superficially attractive soft-bro with good hands and the personality of a box of hair and I’m pretty sure it’s just because it’s spring and we’re nothing but simple chemical bag animals but I wouldn’t turn down a grief-addled self-destructive on-call-room sexual encounter 

- A nurse call alarm has been going off in a nearby room for the last 15 minutes and if it doesn’t stop soon I’m going to start manually removing every single skin cell on my body

- Scheduled for tomorrow: exploratory video-assisted thoracoscopic surgery, biopsies, and likely insertion of drainage and chest tubes. They’ll deflate the relevant lung and I’m assuming put him on bypass, but we’re also hoping they can arrange to do the cardiac cath simultaneously while he’s already under but who the hell knows

Dear New Nurse Me

So you’re probably wondering what you got yourself into.

It’s your fourth week with your preceptor, and already you’re wondering that. You just passed NCLEX, you studied for months, heck years if you think about it, covering every inch, every detail of the human body;  and after all those clinicals, you sort of thought you had a good idea what to expect - but this? You’re wondering how you’re supposed to juggle 7 patients on this floor. You’re panicked, as you still aren’t giving meds on time, your documentation sort of sucks, you completely suck at IV’s, you’ve had pegs explode back on you, you seem to say all the wrong things to patients, and families, no one trust you yet - doctors, patients or coworkers, you completely missed warning signs a patient was decompensating, and you almost had an MI yourself the first time your patient coded. You can’t remember what you love about nursing, and you can’t seem to remember any of the damn codes to the supply room, med room or hidden stash supply rooms. Plus you never, ever seem to get out on time.

Dear new nurse, don’t give in.

In about three or four months, you’re going to nail that IVL in one hit, and some days you’ll miss, but you’ll remember the day you got it and you won’t be so hard on yourself.

In about six months, you’ll finish your medications in record time. It will probably surprise you, and you’ll wonder if you missed something, but you didn’t. You’ve just begun to establish your flow.

In about 8 months, you’ll be the first one to notice a subtlety in one of your patients, something that seems amiss. You’ll probably question your judgment, but you follow your instinct anyway, advocating for your patient. You may not feel it today, but that patient in about 8 months likely avoided a cardiac arrest because of your rapid intervention.

In about a year, you won’t tremble every time you call a doctor, you won’t feel so awkward reporting information about your patient, and you will stand your ground and you will earn the respect of the doctors for your quality of care, your sharp assessment and skills. You won’t really notice it, but they will begin to look for you to ask your thoughts, or just to ensure you know updates on what’s happening with the patients you share. A year from that, they will probably start to rely on you to the point where you think they’re taking advantage of you, sometimes that’s going to happen unless you stand your ground, but sometimes it’s really just them trusting you, something not easily shared by caregivers.

In about a year and a half, you’ll have your system down, whereby you’re finishing your meds, documenting much less than the storybook you began with, but you’ll realize you’re getting to the point a lot faster. You’ll have days when it all goes to hell, your system blown, patients coding, patients coming and going from tests, admissions and discharges not accounted for, patients falling and needing stat CT’s, coworkers calling out meaning you’ll get extra patients, but you’ll remember that you can do this. You’ll remember that you’ve had good days when you can juggle those patients. You’ll remember that you have coded patients, and you haven’t felt a trembling mess, you’ll remember that even in the worst of patient nurse ratios, you’ve banded together as a team and survived the day.

In about a year or two, you will be the one in charge, you will be the one people are asking to help insert IV’s, you’ll be the one nursing students look up to, you’ll be the one new nurses hope they will someday be.

Dear new nurse, we’re not here to say, “cheer up, it all gets better,” for that’s an insult to your struggle right now.

We aren’t here to say that one day it all magically falls into place, for it’s the todays you are worried about,

We’re simply here to support you, to empathize with what it feels like to be in your shoes, some days you’ll feel strong, some days you’ll feel weak,

But do not give in.

anonymous asked:

I can honestly relate to Yuuri so much. I had a really similar experience. Last year, in my clinical placement, someone was being very condescending and saying hurtful things to me all semester. I was very angry and upset, and vowed to work hard, graduate, get my nursing license, and prove that everything she said was wrong. When I read umfbmha a few months after this happened, I really identified with how Yuuri felt. Except for the part where he fell in love. I'm pretty sure I don't love her.

Haha yes, I would advise not doing the same as umfb!Yuuri on that one! 


I thought it might be good to get one of these going… This will be updated periodically when necessary. ;) The actual list is under the cut. 

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So this is the rest of my latest project. It is a graduation present for my friend, Rachel, who just graduated from the Sinclair School of Nursing at Mizzou! The patterns can be found here:

And I highly recommend her store. She has so, so many patterns plus a lot of medicine/anatomy patterns. They are all stitched on 28 ct white Monaco. I did use DMC 321 instead of the suggested 666 just because it’s what I had. I whipped up all of these in about 2 weeks.