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| - From a proud nurse |
Never in my life, have I imagined myself being a nurse, wearing white apron twelve hours straight and dealing with number of strangers. To be honest, it was not even an alternative to me. Nevertheless, I can't believe I'm writing today for my profession wholeheartedly.
I am tired of hearing the miseries of a nurse. It is obvious nursing is a delicate profession. Apart from a student nurse with burden of case studies, care plans, clinical research to a working nurse with hectic shift schedules, empty stomach, full bladder and numerous tortures, why not talk about the beautiful moments we live and share every single day? Oh common, there is beauty in our profession which no one can feel better than us, ourselves.
I have seen life and death, miracles and misfortunes, love and heart breaks, tears of joy and mourn. I live for little things, I enjoy the small moments, giving up the normal routine life. I feel lucky if I get chance to have my lunch in shift. Having chatapates with chilling jumbo coke at 2 AM, awaking whole night long just to make sure if you have been sleeping well, napping at odd hours and smiling with dark circles seem truly awkward. But I find these things very special.
Nursing has led me strong enough to tolerate anything and soft enough to understand anyone. Isn't it the privilege to be the first and last to witness the beginning and the end of life? I can't express that happiness in words when I see a newborn opening his eyes and can feel that grief when an old man you have been caring for weeks closes his eyes forever. How does it feel to become the most important thing in someone's life whom you have known just a few minutes back? I can calm your anxiety by my soft touch, I can make you feel comfortable by my soft voice. Because I treat the person rather than a disease.
You know, it needs huge emotional stability to deal with temper tantrums and understand the mind of a complete stranger and act accordingly. It needs great strength to deal with a mother whose 17 years old son is having the last breath of his life. It is truly distressful to talk to an woman with bruises on her cheeks caring her alcoholic husband. It really hurts to provide bed bath to a mentally challenged kid, smiling at you with his own stories. It needs a bravery to care a drug abused teen, being on his side for twelve hours. And it needs bulks of courage to get exposed to every new diseases and to take care irrespective of anything.
I might feel unwell sometimes, mentally disturbed and can have a bad day. I'm exhausted at the end of my shift, even feel like quitting some days, but the next morning, I'm the same nurse with a big smile in my face and ready to care for you. Perhaps, I will rise, no matter how bad the situation might get. I too miss my family at these times. And you would ask me 'How much I get paid for this?' I have literally sacrificed my basic needs to take care of you. I starve because I have missed my lunch and I hold my bladder as I don't have time to use bathroom. Working whole day and night to save the lives of strangers is far beyond at any cost. So, how much would you pay for life? Or how much would you take for all these things? I wish the media and people would stop portraying us as an 'Injection Queen' or 'A PR digger', as life of a nurse is far more different than what you think.
I have enjoyed my profession because trust me, nursing has never get me bored. Though I might get frustrated at many times, but I will never get bored like other routine works. I have learned to find comfort in the chaos. I have loved this silence and violence. I respect my profession and consider myself as a 'Proud Nurse'.
Cheers to all the hardworking and beautiful nurses! Cheer it up, you are wonderful ❤️
