So, I became a nurse

In August 2020, I made a rash decision - I signed up for into to biology and intro to chemistry as prerequisites for the Nursing School at Malcolm X College in Chicago.

3 years later, 1 month later, I am in my second week "on the floor" at one of Chicago's top hospitals. 

And, I love it. 

I love interacting with the patients. 

I don't mind the fluids. 

I don't mind the charting. 

I don't mind the regulations. 

I don't mind the hours. 

Now, I'm aware that "The new broom always sweeps clean." However, it's not exactly my first time working with patients nor being in a hospital. 

For the last year and a half, my last job was working in the office of a private psychiatric practice. There, part of my job was to ask my patients about their symptoms, which included patients with major depression, anxiety, personality disorders, and schizophrenia.

"Are you having thoughts of suicidal ideation or self-harm," was a common question.

I loved being there. 

On the floor of the hospitals that were part of my clinical rotations while in nursing school, I always felt eager to do the job. 

And now, I'm a professional. 

Not to confuse that with a pro! 

What I mean is, am experienced nurse. 

Perhaps that's what I'll write about,going forward. 

We'll see! 

Bedtime flip

Almost every night, I am second to bed. Actually - third. Wife on the far side, dog against my pillow.

Dog waits for me to pick up the blanket from the side of the bed and gently continue lifting until the blanket lifts and rolls her over to the middle of the bed. 

I fall asleep petting her soft, black, wavy coat.