As part of my final year as a nursing student, we have to do mock job applications. This is to help us prepare for the kind of questions they will be asking at interviews and to build confidence in the transition from student nurse to staff nurse. I wrote a personal statement and sent it off to my tutor, ready for the lecture later this week. Then I trawled through the NHS Jobs website to see what kind of jobs are out there for newly qualified nurses. I won't qualify until September but it is good to see there are plenty of jobs at the moment.
So this job seemed like the perfect half-way house: a chance for me get to grips with ward-based nursing and learn about discharges, working with multiple disciplines, different health professionals and increase my knowledge of medications and their use, whilst also keeping my eyes firmly on the community by making sure my discharges are well organised and in the best interest of my patient. not to mention the fact that they also provide palliative care. And that is where I really want to go: palliative care in the community. When JD was ill, the nurses I met back then inspired me to go on my nurse training. Without them, things would have been so much more horrible than they were. Good end of life care is vital, not just for patients but also for those left behind. I firmly believe that good end of life care saves money, even after death. Because I was not left traumatised. I was left sad but satisfied that the best was done for JD. I believe this helped me to quickly become a productive member of society again, confident that I was able to handle the world. It helped me to move forward.
Sorry, I got side tracked there for a minute (*climbs off soap box*). Anyway, I thought: well, I wrote this mock personal statement for my course, I might as well tweak it and apply for this job. You never know. I got invited to an interview, passed the maths and English tests before getting to the actual interview stage. I presume they liked me because they offered me the job on the spot. Even when I said I couldn't start until September 19th, they still said: that is ok, just let us know when you can start. I was so happy, I bounced home.
And then I had a small panic attack. With so many people telling me I would make a great nurse, what if I failed? What if I don't even get my assignments in on time? What if I am not actually as great as people think? I am caring and willing but I often lack eye for detail. Am I good enough?????? These worries are not new to me, nor are they unique to me. I think every single nursing student has had these thoughts. So I am just going to ride this out and see where it lands. if i fail, then so be it. On the other hand: I wrote 1000 words of the dissertation so I guess I was motivated for a little while....
I HAVE A JOB. AS A NURSE. Like, wow......
Reading that, I may have just felt a tiny amount of pride in myself. Me. A nurse.... unbelievable.
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