...ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo. The way you move ain't fair ya' know.
I'm Ashley.
Let's start.
I'm a [new, young, fresh, too compassionate, ignorant, friendly, neighborhood, wanna be] nurse.
I have a dog who is probably way better than yours.
I have a man in my life who would do anything in his ability for me.
I've got a wonderful family who comes running at a moment's notice.
I have adorable red hair.
Let's start this shindig out with one of my daily "life lessons".
I started orientation not too terribly long ago in the sweltering heat of July. I was paired up with a very educated and meticulous preceptor who was totally "not my type." I learned nothing, I felt moronic and cried myself to sleep every night wondering if I'm doing what I was born to do. If this was nursing...I wanted OUT. I just wanted to start over in a field that I felt someone needed me. Said preceptor deserves all the respect in the world and any patient would be lucky to have her as their nurse, but we were way too different.
Fast forward some 4 very grueling, terrible months and my clinical manager realizes that something is wrong and places me with someone else. I am instantly relieved at my luck and take off running...well maybe I'm jogging. I'm feeling confident (though not overly so) and worth my 80,000 dollar education. I feel like I AM doing what I ought to be and I have never been more fulfilled. Still tension, but nothing that can't be handled in a cool, calm and respectful attitude. On a side note, this lady is wonderful inside and out.
Isn't it crazy how one person can make you feel? I've learned a very important lesson in all of this (hence the daily lesson). One person should not be able to make you feel ANYTHING. You are in control of your feelings, comprende?
I have been momentously blessed with the people I work with. I would trust any of these ladies and gentleman with my life. No one is perfect, I have learned...but...perfect is not realistic. Perfect, in my opinion, is dangerous...and an obsession with perfection turns people into callous, selfish, and unfeeling people. Remember that in your own endeavors.
Anyway, Zero is about 2 inches from my face with a slobbery tennis ball. Off to play catch.
Goodnight.
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