nurse graduate

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:

I’M OFFICIALLY A REGISTERED NURSE!!

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.

Mary Eliza Mahoney (1845-1926) was the first African-American professional nurse in the United States. She graduated from the nursing school of the New England Hospital for Women and Children in 1879, challenging discrimination on account of both gender and race.

After graduation, she worked as a private nurse for mostly white families. In 1896 she became one of the original members of the American Nurses Association. However, since it discriminated against black nurses, she formed her own: the National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses.

Walk in Their Nursing Shoes

Before criticizing the nurse you’re receiving report from; listen to the whole report - consider they may have had a rough shift. Consider how many times you’ve been there.

Before criticizing the way another nurse practices; consider you have your way and they have theirs.

Before you become irritated at the nurse you’re trying to transfer a patient to - for taking too long to come to the phone; consider what’s happening on their floor. Consider how many times you have been in with a patient and the phone is for you. Consider how many times you’ve had two or three admissions at once and just can’t take another one right now. Consider that there are some tricksters, but not every nurse is trying to pull a fast one.

Before you argue with the nurse who’s actually trying to send you a patient; consider what’s happening on their end. Consider they’re probably receiving an emergent patient, and need to get this one moving fast. Consider their charge nurse is pushing them to move fast, consider admin is pushing them, consider they are going back to a shit show of their own, since no one was really free to watch their patients while they were transferring one to you. Consider they know what it feels like to be you, but too stressed to say it just now. Consider they’re just trying to do their job as best they know how, just like you.

Before you try to palm off the worst patients to the float nurse, per diem, or traveler - think about how it felt when you floated etc. Think about how you had no idea where anything was on that unit, think about how it felt to be frustrated.

Before gossiping about a fellow nursing student’s failure, consider how devastating this may feel.

Before blasting another nurse for not handling a code well, think about how frightened you’ve been when it was your patient, think about how it affects you differently each time, think about how it takes time to build resilience.

Before passing along personal information another nurse had shared with you; consider the level of trust he/she had to confide in you in the first place.

Before mocking another nurse’s mistake, before you tell the world about his/her error; remember you aren’t perfect. Remember you have made mistakes, and will again. Remember how it felt when you did.

Before you exclude someone, consider how it feels to be on the outside.

Before criticizing the doctors for making stupid mistakes, remember they are human too. Remember all the times you felt like an idiot, or embarrassed for making “stupid” mistakes.

Before you complain and demand to know why another nurse called out; consider they have a right to do so, without having to provide an explanation to anyone.

Before you get impatient with a graduate nurse, or nursing student, remember your own beginning.

Before you say something mean, and chase it with “don’t take it personal” or “you won’t survive if you’re weak” consider this; do you want to be remembered as the person who taught lessons by cruelty? Consider we all learn under the toughest of circumstances, but retreat under bullying. Consider a tough person can still have weak moments, consider you’re not the person who decides if they’re going to survive or not, consider tough love is correcting errors, correcting mistakes, tough guidance in emergent situations, tough love is being able to say what you mean without resorting to jibes - and it isn’t an opportunity to tell them they don’t belong in this arena. Consider the wealth of your experience as a positive guide to their learning, consider they may be weak now, but with support they will go on to be an extraordinary caregiver.

Before you criticize a younger inexperienced nurse for no other reason than being new, before you cut them down for asking questions, consider the impact your words will have on their career. Domino effect.

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

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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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Journal of a New Graduate:

Day 1:

I’m a new grad, I went to a great school, didn’t miss a clinical, a good study group, focused prep for NCLEX, passed with relief at only 75 questions, accepted into the first position applied for - the position I’d dreamed of all through nursing school. It just seemed too good to be true. I’m excited to be here in nursing orientation, excited but nervous about what the next twelve weeks will bring.


Day 7:

I’m a bit confused with what I’m supposed to be doing. My educator seems to be disorganized, giving me the wrong packet, one that’s supposed to be for another nurse, and vaguely waving her hand she’ll get it to me “at some point”. That was two days ago, I’m in the Library, doing some online learning that I happened to find out about from a fellow new graduate. I hope that’s what I am supposed to be doing. My educator waved me off again, saying she would catch up with me at some point.
Sure.


Day 12:

I’m on the unit. Gulp. I completed the online learning, mostly in my own time, since the modules I was doing wasn’t actually what I was supposed to be doing. I completed the work on my own, as my educator emailed me a packet late Friday, stating it needed to be completed by Monday. I was two days late, despite staying up late every night to do it. Today I’m on the unit, I’m shadowing my preceptor, who wasn’t told I was coming. I’m beginning to think I chose the wrong place. My Preceptor seems really annoyed, muttering to another nurse that she was tired of orienting new nurses. I feel like I don’t belong.


Day 18:
I’m tired, and It hasn’t even been a month yet. My preceptor yelled at me for fumbling with an arterial line set up, saying I would have to do this on my own someday, and I shouldn’t be expecting her to be right next to me every time. I sat in my car on my lunch and cried, so no one would see. Fine. I can take the yelling, except I haven’t ever actually seen an arterial line before, just on the computerized learning module. I haven’t practiced with one yet. I don’t belong here.


Day 24:
I saw my educator today. I’d forgotten what she looked like. She pulled me into a mid point evaluation with the nurse manager and preceptor. They all looked grim. I wasn’t progressing in the way they’d hoped, or expected by this point. They wrote up my error in levelling the EVD, when I had never seen one before, despite my asking my preceptor for help, only to hear the same, “You have to learn to do these things on your own.” They wrote a verbal warning that I wouldn’t make it through orientation with my slow time management skills, and I just sat there and nodded. They didn’t ask me how I was feeling, and I didn’t want to tell them. They already wrote me off a long time ago.


Day 30:
I asked my preceptor today what her experience was like as a new graduate. She said I had it easier than her, then she turned away. Whatever.


Day 40, last day orientation:
Today, I met a patient who probably saved me (even though we’re supposed to be saving them, I suppose). She was young, maybe 21, s/p cardiac arrest r/t overdose on red bull, Her family and friends perched on seats at her bedside, praying. “Get them out,“ barked my preceptor, “you always spend too much time talking to the families. Just another young punk overdose.” So, after 40 days of following her instructions, today I did the opposite. Today I closed the curtains in the little corner room of the ICU, and I sat with the family, and asked them to tell me about her; tell me about your daughter, tell me about your sister, tell me about your friend. Tell me about how she’s been feeling, tell me about what she did the night before the ER. “She was quiet, she wanted to be a nurse, but she just kept failing all her exams. We think she might have tried to take her own life, but the doctors breezed through all that. They just assumed she was some wasted teen on a Saturday night trying to get high.”
And I knew, it wouldn’t matter what my preceptor had said about taking too long with patients, some day I would speed that up, it wouldn’t matter that I had fumbling hands with A-line, someday I would get it, someday I wouldn’t be so nervous. It wouldn’t matter that every day I felt abandoned by my educator or preceptor, or apologetic for the disappointment they thought I was, as one day I would have the confidence to not look for that validation. It would matter only that I could listen, and maybe use what little skill I had, not learned from any textbook, not garnered from any preceptor, something that would remind me to keep fighting for the patients who couldn’t fight for themselves. Someday I would be faster at that, too.
And so, on the very day I planned to quit, the very day I “graduated” from my preceptorship, I survived. I survived orientation, and it wasn’t because anyone had fought for me. It was because I fought for myself, alone.


~ As told by a graduate nurse, 6 years before she became a preceptor, a mentor, and a charge nurse who remembered what it was like to walk in a new orientee’s shoes.

The Nursing Major

You’ve been going to community college for the past 4 years on and off, taking classes as you can afford them out of pocket. You’re about two semesters of credit hours away from transferring to an actual university when you get the acceptance letter to EU. You never applied. You were going to go to a state college that you can commute to from home and work, because lets face it. There’s no chance of being able to afford going away to school. The letter is found in the mailbox on Tuesday as you’re getting home from a 12 hour shift. You think it must be some kind of mistake. So you shred it and don’t give it much more thought. You get another acceptance letter the next Tuesday. And the next and the next. Finally you call the school to find out what’s going on. You’ve been randomly selected for a new and experimental scholarship program. You work at the campus hospital as an Nursing Assistant/ Nurse Technician during regular semesters and summer semesters and for two years as a Registered Nurse after you graduate and they will pay ¾ of your tuition as long as you get your nursing degree through the EU. They have a very good tuition rate for such a highly accredited institution. Working wages and the scholarships will cover everything with just enough to live off of. Dorm arrangements and meal plans are covered by the scholarship. An old Friend Of The Family recommended you for the program. They do not mention a name of the Friend Of The Family. The school is in your state even though you’ve never heard of it. You tell the Dean you are willing to take the EU under consideration for when you are ready to transfer schools. When you’re ready to apply every other school is full. None of the programs have room for you. You were accepted but then they tell you the spot doesn’t exist. You’ve applied numerous times. You’ve been waitlisted for 6 months everywhere close by when you get an acceptance letter from the EU. Congratulations you have been selected for the final spot in the program. We are in need of healers and are excited to see you on campus soon! You are too relieved to be in the program to question much until you get to orientation. Something is off about the campus. You can’t put your finger on what. The crows are friendly at least. The squirrels on your last campus were all assholes. They’d chase you down for anything resembling food. The crows seem much more polite about it. You feed them on the way to orientation. They tell you about campus life in the auditorium. The student traditions make the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Didn’t great grandma do those kinds of things too? Did you ever find out the name of that Friend Of The Family? This is all starting to seem much too good to be true. You resolve to go back over the wording of the acceptance to the program and scholarship with your counselor as soon as possible. It’s only a 2 year program. You can make it through right?

[x]

This is my favorite out of all the graduation photos I took. I graduated from Nursing school back in May with my Bachelor’s degree. It was one of the most difficult ventures I have ever endured. I laughed, cried, and stressed out so much, but I would not have changed any of it. All I have to do is sit for my boards and I will officially be able to practice as a nurse. I’m proud to say that I am the first one in my family to have a college degree. This next chapter of my life will be spent advancing in my career, traveling, and figuring myself out. Don’t give up on your dreams, no matter how difficult they may be, it will all be worth it in the end! 😁✌️

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.

clubspooky  asked:

plz tell us more about lance and his accident 😭😭😭 how does shiro react to seeing lance all beat up and hurt because of the fire? does he get through the emergency room with no complications or does something come up because of the fire (smoke inhalation or internal burns)?? which neighbor is the one who called the fire department (was it grandpa zarkon?) plz i need to know if my son makes it okay 😭😭😭

[The Voltron Family] “Lance’s Accident Part 2” (Part 01, Part 03

Shiro was waiting by the driveway where the ambulance would usually stop. He was getting impatient. He just got off the phone with Keith and they were almost near the hospital. Lance was badly injured because of the explosion and basing from how Keith reacted, it was bad. He composed himself because he couldn’t just cry now. But god. Lance, of all people. He was home sick because he had a really bad case of flu and then this happened.

He heard the siren and he looked up and the ambulance was finally in sight. As soon as the back door opened, Lance was pulled out and Keith got out. Keith quickly hugged Shiro so tight that Shiro felt like his husband was crushing his bones. 

Keith: *detaches himself* *wipes his tears* Sorry, I needed that. 
Shiro: *smiles* *squeezes Keith’s arm* *nods* 

The husbands followed Lance to the ER while Keith explained hurriedly what exactly happened based from what the medics told him during their ride. It was the butler of Zarkon, Varkon, who called for the fire department and the police (because Zarkon was out with the kids for lunch). Shiro wore his surgical gloves and mask. He looked down at his son and he wanted to cry. Keith was outside of the room with Pidge and Hunk, watching from the glass window.

Shiro: *examines Lance* Check the patient’s vital signs. *orders the nurses* 
Nurse: Doctor Shirogane, you shouldn’t—
Shiro: Nurse Andrews, I graduated Family Medicine and had neurosurgical residency for 8 years. I know what I’m doing. *continues examining*
Nurse: But Doctor Hopkins— *nervous*
Shiro: *closes his eyes to calm him down* He’s my son. Let me at least examine my own damn son. I’m not going to operate on him, I’ll leave that to Doctor Hopkins. 
Doctor Hopkins: *nods at Shiro*
Shiro: *goes back to examining Lance* Second degree burn. And—
Lance: *breathing heavily*
Shiro: *eyes widens* Give him an oxygen mask! 
Lance: *opens eyes* D-D-Daddy Shi- *winces* *tries breathing* Shiro?
Shiro: I’m here, buddy. I’m here. Daddy’s got you.
Lance: *cries* I can’t… *chokes*  
Shiro: *shouts* Where is that oxygen mask?!

When the oxygen mask was put on Lance, Doctor Hopkins took over while Shiro was beside him. Lance’s tears fell nonstop even though he was under anesthesia and Shiro just wanted it to end. He kept caressing Lance’s hair to soothe him.

Shiro: Shhh, you’ll be fine, sweetheart.
Doctor Hopkins: *eyes widens* His heart rate is decreasing rapidly. 
Lance: *closes his eyes as the heart rate monitor went flat*
Shiro: Shit, no. *grabs the Defibrillators and uses it on Lance* Stay with me, buddy. Please stay with me. 

Keith was staring in horror and he felt like dying, chanting “I can’t watch this. I can’t" as he sat down and curled upon himself. 

After what felt like hours, Shiro got out of the ER and Keith just stared at him. Pidge and Hunk just looked at their Daddy Shiro expectantly.

Shiro: *weak smile* Lance will be okay.
Keith: Oh thank god. *cries* *hugs Shiro so tight* 

Lance got out of the hospital after a week but he needed to recover for a month or so after the injuries he had. The part of the house that got burnt was already fixed when he went home and he was liking the new furniture. Keith worked at home to take care of Lance while Shiro was the one in charge of driving the kids to school.