Nurse Practitioner Jess Chapter two.

Looking fine baby girl, Prim and pressed for the world to see. A lot of pep in your step, As far as the eye can see. Looking good baby girl, You came here to succeed. Head held up high, You are not here to follow, But to lead. Transitioning from the role of nurse to…

Nurse Practitioner

May you flourish, May you grow, May you learn.. Things you don’t know, May you expand, All parts of your mind. And look forward, Not behind. Finished my first week as a nurse practitioner and thoughts that have gone through my head… Can I do this? What if I don’t know something ? There is…

This One Is for the TEAM

Forever grateful for my amazing coworkers. Who have helped build the Nurse I am today. Whether it be guidance they have provided, tips for success they have given, or help during a code. I am nothing with out my nursing team and everything with them. This one is for the team. ———————————————————- This One Is…

Thank you for your Service.

As always reflecting on the journey and thankful for the process. (In the poetic way) ————————————————————– Serviceman to our country, Let me put this bluntly, Thank you for your service. And the sacrifices you have made. For all us to live, yet another day. Let me take an oath, To Serve you in your time…

Nursing School

Looking back on the nursing journey, I reflect on my time in nursing school… in the poetic way of course. Poem: Two years of intense studies, Smiles, laughs, and nursing buddies. Clincal group, And nursing lab, Starting IVs, And going to class. First day of clincal, A case full of nerves, Nursing preceptors, Time to…

The Journey

As I enter my last couple of shifts as a Bedside nurse …. I thought why not blog about the journey, but in the Poetic way of course. Poem: The Chosen Path I took the chosen path, Only few are meant to take. The road not always easy, But well worth the wait. I had…

Hands Of A Healer

These are the hands of a healer, Blood tinged, And slightly bruised. Hands that held pressure to many wounds. Hands that did compressions thirty to two. Hands that held hands when news was grim. Hands that wiped tears when pognosis was slim. Hands that gave hope during the lowest of times. Hands that are miraculous,…

American Dream

America the free, America the beautiful, America made for me. America the kind , Not unjust, And unplagued, America the unbiased, Racial equal, And unscathed, America the peaceful, Diverse, And unique, America the brave, This is the American dream.

As I Start My Shift

As I start my shift, I must remember this. I don’t know what is ahead. A night of toils, trouble, or dread. Or will it be quiet. Not a sound to be heard. But IV poles, and call bed noise. I get a little nervous, As i walk in, Unknown circumstances, Just waiting for my…