Emergent Article

This one over here is one of my articles submitted to a Clinical Instructor as we talk about Emergent cases in the ER .

Emergence: my life’s turning point

WARNING: the following article may contain some scenes or language too disturbing to the reader, parenteral guidance is advised.

Flashback…March of 1994, Kindergarten moving-up ceremony, it was my turn to accept my ribbon and say my short speech, 1..2..3… mama, papa when I grow up I want to be a businessmen like you someday so I would earn lots of money!

Errr..Probably that wasn’t the exact piece but more or less. Anyway, thirteen years back, who would believe that the most athletic awardee would become a student nurse? I climbed the ladder of education believing that I was equipped with enough merchandise to talk, to communicate to interact. I was never really shy, I ask questions whenever I feel confused. But as you grow and learn from experience one must come to terms with refinement.

I entered the portals of Cebu Normal University college of nursing with a certain degree of confidence, confidence in myself that I will do my best to reach the finish line of the said path. But, like most of us, there was no enthusiasm there. I was empty as an eggshell. In the next few lines I would really want to say, “ But Alas! Look at me now, I am now reformed and that nursing is not only my art but my new found identity. Actually, the last few minutes while writing I have already killed two dozens of insects hovering over me. Is that how a nurse should act?Seriously...

If I am not fit for this profession then what am I suppose to be? I am Bepven, a third year student of section III-B. A nineteen year old lass from Baguyan city, Agusan del sur. Every time I go on duty my heart skips a beat. I worry for sometime, then when I am finally there ( thankful that I wasn’t late)I use the skills I have humbly acquired with constant exposure. I talk to my patients calmly knowing ,that even to me the hospital can be a very scary place. People come to you rarely with a smile, but when they do, your heart swells. When the patient is in pain, you yourself nibble on the things you can do. Significant others come to you and ask questions you may or may not know the answer, but somehow you can not seem to have the heart to leave them unanswered. While making your soapie, you may figure they have a 39.5 degree Celsius temperature and you end up doing a tepid sponge bath half of the time, but that’s ok, as long as the temperature goes down. You do D and C more than twice in your student life wishing it was always a minor case (Dusting and cleaning a.k.a Dilatation and Curettage) instead of cleaning while laughing at the same time. And who wouldn’t love seeing babies being born all over the place. You smile along with your patients; you can even shed a tear for them especially when money matters are concerned. You learn more about life. Aseptic technique strictly followed, though you get reprimanded, concern for the patient is indirectly manifested. To some extent you even disregard your own safety when handling blood and secretions. You get to play with kids. You handle different sorts of people, you even cater to violent individuals like drunk men for example. Or you may assist suturing or cutting bodies with a serious look on your face without realizing your caught under tape (just kidding).And yes, you will have to face death. Some of my colleagues have shared their own stories regarding feeling responsible with a patient’s expiration. Probably that is something I haven’t tried, but I’ve got a long way to go, the challenge to be vigilant is always there.

Aint it funny how you could transform without even noticing it? Maybe somehow I under estimated the power of learning and the power of the human mind. I guess writing along my thoughts I’ve realized how attached I’ve become. The turning point of my life didn’t take a single moment, or a single decision, I needed to be tricked by my subconscious to admit what I was slowly turning into, a lass who wants to be a nurse.

Sorry dad, mama, I won’t be a businesswoman after all! Maybe as a sideline, herbalife anyone?(jajaja)