NURSES NOTES

In this fast-paced world, where the only constant thing is change, I mused to myself, there could be in life existence that could take place so slowly and softly? I dreamed to be a medical doctor a dermatology specialist to be specific. I want to be renowned in the world of aesthetics. I dreamed to be a writera famous one, if there are opportunities. I want my works to be published in distinguished publishing companies. I dreamed to be a professor of philosophy a strict one as possible. I want to teach in our countrys prestigious universities. Kringgggg! My phone alarmed. Exactly 06:30 A.M, it displayed. I dragged myself out of my tempting bed. I awoke in all those dreams and here I am right now, a lowly nursing student in a humble institution. Now, where are all those dreams had gone? They were wiped out with reality; financial concerns, job opportunities, institutions accessibility and so forth. I stood up from my bed, gathering my strength and trying to open my unwilling eyes. I could not believe myself; Ill be wearing that white uniform that signifies me as a student nurse. I once asked by me cousin; do you really want to be a nurse? With hesitance, I replied, yes, but I want to be a writer too. Then, he told me, If youll be a writer you can never be a nurse, if youll be a nurse you could be a writer at the same time. So, it left me no choice if theres really a choice in that statement. Return demonstrations, moving examinations, quizzes, chapter tests, research papers, group projects, and clinical duties are just the introduction of the real nursing course. I was startled by the requirements laid on the table of our career. Did Florence Nightingale come across all these things before she became a renowned nurse? I murmured. Our patience was really tested through time and I even tempted once to give up. But I started a race, and dont want to come back starting all over again If others can, why cant I? How could we question our own capabilities? As time passed by, we were infected with different kinds of desolation, we were immune to nurses tribulations, and now we could proudly say that we could resist any giving-up temptations. Once I was just flirting with this career, trying to know how far our rapport will last. I didnt expect that spending more time with nursing created a friendship and it did develop to a mutual understanding among us. I was not aware that it is already seducing me to engage in genuine service for the welfare of others. Now I started to formulate a special kind of feeling as I continue to know more about this career, I learned to appreciate the value of life.

Slowlysmoothlygently, I could say Im starting to fall-in-love with the nursing course. This may be a hard-to-get course which needed to be pleased. To be a nurse is a fruit of laborious love for truest service and care. We are the earthly angels responsible for the Masters children. Just as how Christ demonstrated His love and care for us, we must do, likewise. It took some time before nursing won my heart and maybe a little longer for others, I guess, but hopefully we could commit ourselves to this trodden path of ours. Maybe, this is where God really destined us to be. Giving comfort to other people is not enough, but stepping out from your own comforts to give relief to others is most appreciated. Who would love washing and cleaning other persons butts? Who would enjoy giving patients a bed bath? Who would share his/her love to comfort the unloved? Who would give counsels for the abandoned? Who would treat the patients family as his/her own? Who would care for the needs of the destitute? Who would assist the clients in times of emergency? Who would give smile to the patient whose heart is broken? Who would restore the vigor and vitality of the lethargic? Who would boost the patient to its strong self of sense? Who would usher the weak to his/her bed? Who would carry a babys fragile body to its crib? Who would administer the medicine to the vulnerable? Who would shift his/her time to assist the frail and feeble? Isnt it the caring and competent nurse itself? It is our duty to provide a state of the art care that no could question. We were equipped for high standards of health care and to be a proficient health care provider not only in this institution but for the world to come.

We may question ourselves, why do we have to do this? I would suggest think not about responsibilities and duties for we may get tired and be negligent with our actions. Accept this as an opportunity to serve humanity which only few people are privileged to do so- only a few, for out of the millions of nurses out there, only a handful had the passion to breathe life into a weak and desolated souls.

Now, as I stared in front of the mirror I attached my hairnet and grab my community bag. Im ready for my first duty ever! And I dont want to be late either. This is just my year two in nursing and I know there are so many things to learn. As we face this day, I pray for strengthcourage gentleness as we witness a child first cry in the delivery room.