Here I am nearly 9 months into my nursing career and I have had students with for probably 3.5 of those months. Sometimes it blows my mind to have students because I still remember being one of those students. I get students from my very own alma matter wearing those whiter than white tunics with those ugly white slash pocket nearly see-through bottoms. I remember wearing that uniform and and I also remember vowing to burn it when I finally got out of school.

I never did that. I don’t know why.

I am finally starting to feel more confident in my practice. Thank god. Not everything is an immediate stressor as it was when I first started. I used to panic when they would give me 6 patients to start, I would get scared to get an admission because for me it meant at least and hour and a half of work. Those things don’t scare me anymore or make me panic as they used to.

I have to admit each time I hear a code Blue or a sepsis or STEMI alert I miss the excitement of a code. Even though I used to bitch about it I miss working in the ER sometimes. Mostly mundane stuff but every now and then something exciting comes along. Now I don’t go to a code unless its in my floor and those are rare.