Medical Surgical Floor - St. Francis Memorial, San Francisco
The first day on the floor was insightful and new to me. Coming from my pervious clinical in Santa Rosa, I was able to spot very obvious differences in the upkeep and the money that the hospital was actually receiving. Because Santa Rosa is such a rich city, I may have been spoiled when it came to working there. I must admit that I was not impressed with the upkeep of St. Francis, but after learning about the patients they took care of I realized that this hospital works very hard in it's community.
I liked the nurses and the rest of the crew. The patients were (to say the least) very interesting. Being in clinical, I did the regular things I had to like vital signs and assessment. It wasn't till the very end of my shift where I feel most enlightened.
As I was saying good-bye to my patient that day, he asked if I was going to come back tomorrow. When I said no, his expression face saddened a bit, but he smiled and told me, "You're going to be a great nurse. Hell, be a brain surgeon!" I laughed with him and told him thanks. He held my hand and squeezed it before leaving.
After any moment similar to that, I remember why I struggle with my studies and why I give up having a "life". I'm giving up a "life" to save a life. And I'm very happy to do so.