A Career As A Nursing Assistant

I am Jeylin Moya I have been a nursing assistant for eleven years. I worked everywhere and in every department except the morgue although I do have the experience in post mortem care. However, my job can be stressful at times but I love the rush I get from a combative patient to comforting a loved one. When I first became a nursing assistant, I couldn’t handle the bodily fluids and pressure ulcers. After being a nurse assistant for so many years, I feel immune to everything a patient say or does. Nothing surprises me anymore I lost hope in humanity. Nevertheless, I love what I do that’s why I have decided to pursue my education in nursing. I want to eventually become a nurse practitioner that’s my main goal. Besides my medical career,
Well, back then (late 1980s) it was never like that. I hate seeing my father suffering from rheumatoid arthritis and waiting to be approved for disability income. While he waits, he goes to work six days a week for twelve hour shifts. When I look at my father, it seems he ages quickly. I just want to take care of my family and not worry about the system. For once not worry about being a statistic that some view me as, and that’s a single mother receiving public assistance because I fall under the poverty line. I often want to quit, but I remember why I am doing this and it motivates me. I love to read books, yes I am a bibliophile. I read everywhere I go and I read any genre. I am lying I cannot read those romance novels the grocery store sells with the masculine guy sweeping the woman off her feet on the cover. The day I read one I know I have given up on myself completely. The reason why I read is because it is my escape off reality I shut everything off around me and it’s like I enter another realm like Narnia. I have to read it keeps my sanity with my children. I know this essay mainly talks about my profession and my love of coffee and books, but that is who I am. I am a mother, a caregiver, and a bookworm that loves coffee. I sound ninety years old this essay made me realize I have no life. I am joking I know I do have a life I have the grey hairs to prove it. My beliefs are being kind unto others and treat everyone with respect. I am a Christian first than anything. No, I am not religious nor attend church every Sunday. My late grandfather was a minister he was one of the few pastors who first started the Pentecostal ministry in Cleveland. I never knew that until he passed away in 2014. My mother is also a minister I just come from a background of good ol’ faith. I am glad I have that background because my beliefs is mostly who I am as an individual. This sums up who I am partially. I honestly hate talking about myself I guess I fall under the one