I've been an ER nurse for 23 years, actually 24 this year. Is that unbelievable or what? Am I crazy?
How did I work there so long? I raised a son. He kept me distracted from concentrating on the job. The job was just part of my life.
I've been thinking a lot about retirement. I can retire early. So I will. I'll have to keep working though because I am quite a ways from real retirement age. I need health insurance and the other benefits too. I've been thinking about what kind of job I would get. I want to stay in nursing because its good money. Best money I'll make.
I've even started looking at jobs. None of them appeal to me. So it started me thinking about really leaving the ER.
ER nurses have a love/hate relationship with their job. It is the most frustrating, overwhelming, stressful, exhausting job you could have. Dealing with the sick public pretty much sucks people. I hate to bust your Florence Nightengale bubble people, but it does.
So I think: What would it be like to not work in the ER any more? My life would be a lot less stressful. No more 12 hour shifts. No more exhaustion. Here's the thing: Despite feeling like I can't stand the job some times, there is a part of me that thinks I would miss parts of it. OMG did I just say that?
There is part of met, despite the fact that I want to hit myself over the head for saying this, gets satisfaction out of it being so hard. It is a perverse satisfaction, but there it is. A part of me enjoys the weirdness, the humor and variety of it. A part of me thinks it is pretty cool that I can help save someones life. A part of me likes the challenge.
Then there is the part that is very tired.