Get it together, kid

You're all thinking that, right? More posts! More posts! All the both of you who follow this are thinking exactly that. I don't blame you. 

Most days, I wonder if I'm doing the right thing by advancing my nursing career.  I think about all the lives that I've helped, all the elderly hands that have patted my bottom (literally), and all of the bodily fluids that I've come into contact with.  And I wonder, is this what I want for the next 30 years?  My gut says no, but my wallet is like, "yes, yes!!!!". So I continue, because I do believe in medicine and I like answering questions from my family members about this drug and that disease.  I also believe that with more education, I'll really get to a place where I'm meant to be.

Then, something happens that makes me question all of that good reasoning again.  Take last night for example:  I hear this blood curtling scream at the nurses station from way down the hall. Just a horror-filled scream.  I'm thinking---someone has fallen, someone's been stuck in a bathroom for 30 minutes with the call light on, I don't know....maybe a mouse??? 

These kinds of screams are pretty common in a nursing home because you have a lot of hallucinations (probably brought on by the calcium pills that we're shoving down their 95 year old throats).  But, I rush anyways because the sooner you get there, the less you have to clean up. Ha, no I was really concerned.

I hear it again as I get closer, and decide its coming from this one room, which is inhabited by this schizophrenic Jewish lady.  She's propped up in bed, red as a beet, her facial expressions mimicking her earlier screams.

So, I ask her what's wrong.

"They didn't put MAYO, on my TURKEY SANDWICH!!!!"

What? Is that all?

Yes.

To which I proceed to look down at her plate--her empty plate. She already ate it. There was nothing that I could do. 

Times like this are the times I want my money back from nursing school.