Well, I guess some of you didnt know why I decided to take up nursing. This post will explain everything and if I ever lose my passion, I will look back into this post to remind myself what sparked of this passion :)As you can see above... My left forearm. A scar that will tell a story. When I was 9, I fell from a monkey bar and fracture my forearm. Hence I had to stay in the hospital for operations and observations. Through that, I had seen how nurses worked and how much a difference they have made to make a patient get better.
Well, I met some good nurses like before entering into the operation thetre, they would comfort and make me feel calm, because I know always that I will wake up with a pain at the operated area. OUCH. But still the smile and concern they brought made a significant difference to me. I feel more assured and relaxed.
Of course I did met some not so nice ones like when I was scolded by one of them in the middle of the night while pressing for the call bell and asking for the time because I could not sleep! She scolded me lor! Hmph! I know it is kind of unreasonable but certainly a patient's well-being is much more important than the convinience of the nurse. I have learnt something, to serve patients willingly, at all costs! :D
I begin to observe nurses more and admire them for their boldness to see gory stuff and the patience to look after troublesome people. Muahaha. I am enjoying lessons now, as I begin to understand the complicated structure of the human being too! Cool!
Today, for skills we learnt how to wash our hands, THE PROFESSIONAL WAY, wear masks and aprons without getting contaminated by the germs from the patients. Shall end off with this photo!
I am really, really happy with what I am doing now :)