As I was trying to decide what to write about today, I went back and read my first blog post, written 1 1/2 years ago. I figured it would be interesting to revisit that post and comment on what I said then, compared to how I feel now. (new comments are bolded)
One of my earliest memories is sitting on the floor in my public library. I was in the children's section, searching for a book on medicine. I explained what I was looking for to the librarian, but she kept directing me to silly "kids books" on topics like, "our changing bodies," and "Everybody Poops." In utter frustration, I gave up searching. There wasn't a single book in the children's section about how to deliver a baby or take out an appendix. That was what I wanted to know.
I now know how to deliver a baby!
I've been fascinated with medicine for as long as I can remember. I was the perfect age to become enthralled with ER in the mid-nineties, and I've probably seen the entire series (all 15 seasons), 8 times.
I've watched them through again, and it's amazing how much I missed before, and how much medical knowledge I have now.
When I was in college, I remember a time when I was studying at a Starbucks and was watching medical students at the adjacent table. They looked terrible. They were clearly exhausted, stressed out, and overwhelmed with studying. I was jealous.
When I'm having a bad day, and can't seem to make myself study one more minute, I close my eyes and reflect on that memory from 20 years ago. I know what it's like to study for 12 hours a day. It's a necessary evil.
So, why didn't I become a doctor? The answer to that question is complicated. The semi-simple version is that I'm not good at math and science, I didn't want to pay for med school, I have multiple significant health issues, and I never thought I would need a career. (I was going to get married at 22, you see.) Ha!
Still single with no man in sight!
I pursued education, and have been working in various aspects of higher education and teaching over the past 12 years. I have enjoyed certain aspects of each my jobs, but ultimately, the call of medicine has never left. When I lost my job last year, I made the decision to pursue a career in the medical field. Medical school was out for the before stated reasons, but I began to research other options in my area.
I landed on an LPN program at a trade school near my apartment. It's fast, affordable, and designed for adult learners. My first class, Medical Math, starts next week on Monday and Wednesday nights, followed in quick secession by anatomy and Physiology on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I've filled out my FAFSA, my anatomy flash cards arrived in the mail today, and I have dusted off my backpack from high school (no joke). What else could I possibly need to be successful?!
Endurance. A lot of endurance! I thought those first two classes were hard when I was in taking them. Tip of the iceberg.... I'm glad I didn't know how hard it would get, or I would haven't had the courage to do it!
I'm inviting you to join me in my adventure in nursing. I will graduate in December of 2018, but of course, that will only be the beginning of this story. I tend to wish away the painful parts of life, and I want to cherish each stage of this journey.
I think I've failed in cherishing the journey so far, I'm afraid to admit. I want to learn to appreciate the steps and not just the end. I will need you to remind me to be content while I sacrifice family time to memorize all the bones in the body.
Memorizing all the bones ended up being really easy. That turned out to be the least of my problems. I will need a pep talk before I start my first IV.
At less than 6 months until graduation, I still haven't started an IV on a human. (Just in the lab). This skill still scares me! I will need your prayers most of all.
Still very true. The studying, hard work, and concerns about finances weigh heavily on my heart.
I eventually found a scholarship to cover all my expenses, so that was a huge blessing, but I had to quit my job because I couldn't handle it and school. Money has been the biggest stress for me outside of school. And yet, I can't wait to start on Monday. Welcome to my adventure!
Thanks for taking this journey with me so far.