Nursing Personal Narrative

The bright blue background and High Mountain tops over 10 feet taller than me standing at 5’8’’. The slightly chilly breeze that lightly brushes my skin leaving small goose bumps throughout the surface of my whole body. The sound of the waterfall and view of the lake so translucent I can see the yellow fish all the way to the bottom. The trees singing in the background mimicking the echo of the water. The dirt soft and warm in-between my fingers from the pulsating raises of the sun. The rays drift in and out from the cover of the small puffy white and gray clouds. There is an overview of the city and tiny bugs in my peripheral vision that fly above me, there I sit on the mountain side with only the company of myself. I mentally evaluate my
SURPRIZE! I started working in the medical industry at age 17 as a hospitality aid, also known as the ice lady. Every day I would take and fill up water pitchers with ice and hand out towels. The company I worked for had a CNA program .Completion of the program included a pay increase with a free class and state test. I just wanted the increased pay, but who would not? Day after day, my job just sucked more. I could not find any interest in taking care of elderly people. All I desired was a paycheck. I found myself so naïve in my work as a CNA. I lacked seeing what benefits’ it had to offer. There are many negative things in the nursing industry. You must have a dark side and a twisted personality to be able to enjoy and comprehend it. Have you ever seen a dead body? Have you ever touched one? I have, that is my favorite part of the industry and introduced me into a career not just a job. I have an interest in the dead and many unanswered questions about death, so it intrigued me. I survive off of discovery and cannot stand to not know, another fear within my fear. I have seen the negative side effects of life. First, I had a resident she was a pain in the ass. She would always yell out and treat everyone like crap although she did have her
Yes nursing is nasty but, very rewarding. When I hold the hand of a person that is dying my physical presents makes a huge mental impact on them and their family. As I hold the hand of an individual on their death bed I know I am touching their life, and that I am making them feel as if they are not alone. It makes all the difference in the world in the transition to death. It does not matter what you look like or all the bad you have done, just that you are there for the individual between two universes. The universe of the living we all know and then the universe for after death. It is so intriguing how the mind works and how we can come to accept this as we age. We are all dying as soon as we are born, we are getting older and putting miles on our bodies. I have impacted many lives not only the dying, but the living also; Grandparents, moms, brothers, sisters, and more. I was there when family could not be, or in the unlikely event neglected to be. I have made myself empathetic to the dying process and have determined I do not want to die alone. I want someone there for me, even if at this point in my life I don’t even know who that someone is. This fear is different than dying single and unmarried, but more about dying without a companionship that anyone can