Here with less than a month left of nursing school and I'm still not decided on where I want to work. People keep asking... and I still have NO IDEA.
This is not great..
Places I know I do not want to work:
- Geriatrics, nursing homes, rehab hospitals
- Ortho
- NICU
- Anything cardiac
- Really any floor nursing
Places I might like to work:
- Trauma/Neuro ICU
- ER/ED
- Labor and Delivery (in the right hospital)
- PICU (Mybe?? I never got to observe here and now I'm wishing I had)
- High risk OB
- Medical ICU (or other. NOT Cardiac)
- Progressive care unit
- PACU (not likely to happen due to no ICU experience)
- Peds?? (I thought I was over peds.. but then I was thinking about infant/toddler the other day...)
So what jobs am I going to apply for? People keep telling me, apply for everything. Get your experience and then go wherever you want. The problem is I don't know if I can stick it out for 1-2 years in a job I hate! So... I don't know. Maybe we'll see how desperate I get.
I'm actually still really leaning towards ER. I'll get lots of skills practice. Lots of assessment. See lots of different stuff. Less wiping butts/bed baths. People are only there for a couple of hours. It's fast paced, etc. I would love to do ICU but I'm still super scared of how much I have to learn to do it. Plus it may be super hard to find a new grad ICU job.
What jobs did you apply for straight out of nursing school? Where did you end up?
Showing posts with label trauma neruro icu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trauma neruro icu. Show all posts
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Adult Code 1
Controlled chaos. No not even that. There's really no chaos. Even with 18 people in and around the room as I counted at one point. Everyone has their set job to do. There's no yelling and things don't really move as fast as you would think. There's 3 minutes in between epi's. Three minutes is a lot longer than you would imagine. Chest compressions are a lot harder and faster than you'd think, rocking the bed from side to side.
The eeriest part is the wide, unseeing eyes, still open. That's what got me. I was fine until that point. There was no one left inside.
Again I told myself, you can lose it when you get home. But you have to keep it together here. Deal with it later. Even afterwards, when his wife came running down the hall, heaving "we're too late, we're too late I know it". Keep it together. Feel later.
It's amazing how disconnected you can be from human suffering when you tell yourself to. Frightening really.
And after. When they become a not person, an unperson. As if they never truly were.It's disconcerting to me how easy it was, how people joke and laugh. Because you have to. You have to laugh because you have to move on.
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