From Book Nerd to Surgical Guru

So ends the first week of my new job, and what a week!

Somehow I ended up with this job as a Patient Care Tech for a Surgical and Diagnostic Center. That basically means that I am the person who does all the little things that nurses just don’t have the time to do and more. Here is the cool part.

I work around surgical and non-surgical procedures all day long! So, no matter what menial task I am doing (ie. stripping stretchers, moving stretchers, bringing drinks to patients, taking out laundry, or stocking supplies) I am part of this interesting process of working in the medical world. I’ve even watched a few surgeries through a window. Ewww and cool! They are going to get me in to watch a procedure soon. Of course, it can’t compete with working around a bunch of book nerds like myself, but I’ve pretty much accepted that that part of my life and career is over. Whether I like it or not. Because of this new job, I’ve really started to think about making Nursing my major when I go back to college. Specifically, Nursing Forensics.

I found myself thinking about the past while I was stripping and sterilizing stretchers. I shook my head, trying to physically shake off the direction my mind was taking me in, but it didn’t work. I guess I am just going to be thinking about it for a awhile longer, and just hope that time does eventually heal all wounds.

I am really happy to be writing again, I can’t believe that I actually stopped for so long. Well, I can’t believe a lot of things I did or didn’t do over these past few years. I find that the more I write the more I feel like myself. It feels so natural to express myself through this medium. I am so horrible at expressing myself verbally. I just don’t get anything across the way I’d like. I find myself constantly over-explaining things to people who really don’t want to hear anymore about it. I do it because I don’t ever feel convinced that they understand what I am saying. They probably don’t understand but still don’t care! Ha ha.

But I digress.

What I was saying is that I am dwelling on the past recently and I would like to let it go because it is holding me back. It doesn’t help that I still don’t really know anybody here yet. I am a social being and I miss my friends. I am looking forward to the “Walk for the Cure” tomorrow morning, though. Almost all the nurses and techs from my department will be there and we will walk around a beautiful lake wearing our brown and pink Cure Cancer shirts! I think even some of the doctors will be going. And the stereotype still exists strongly for anyone who wants to know. Every single doctor we have is a male! And it really seems like a shitty job. I mean, they work really long, hard hours and they have to deal with very worried, easily upset people all day long. Then, they get to go home, for a very short period of time to people who are most likely not very happy with them, because they work all the time. Is all that money really any kind of compensation for a lack of quality of life?

I definitely don’t want to be a doctor.