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When I tell people I’m a nurse I often get the response “why didn’t you want be to a doctor?” Or “Were you not smart enough for medical school?” Etc. The answer is simple: I never had dreams of being a doctor when I was a little girl, it was always a nurse.
Doctors see their patients for minutes at a time a few times a week. When I take care of a patient I take care of them for 12+ hours at a time.
I take care of their family who is worried about them.
I take care of them as a whole.
When it’s 2am and they are throwing up, and no matter how many calls I put out I can’t get any medication for them I am there to clean them up, wipe their mouth.
When they are on such powerful medications they can no longer make it to the bathroom in time, I’m there to reassure them to not feel bad.
When a doctor comes into their room, giving them a diagnosis, then explains what’s happening next. I’m there to see my patient’s eyes glaze over, just trying to comprehend what was just said. I’ll be there hours later when they finally think of questions, I’m there to be a shoulder to cry on if they need.
We go through the good, the bad, the ugly together.
The doctor might come in and discuss signing a DNR with a patient’s family, and put it all in motion.
But I’m there at 4am when their loved one really starts to take a turn for the worse. I’m the one telling them that whatever they decide they should not feel guilty. I’m the one there with an 87 year old’s daughter as she says she regrets signing the DNR, she felt pressured at the time. I’m the one who will cross out and sign that DNR rescinding it, snipping off that purple wrist band. I’m the one who then sets getting her blood pressure up from 68/42 into motion, while not fluid overloading a CHF exacerbation patient.
I’m there to give them the support they need. The compassion they require. The respect and dignity they deserve.
I’m the one who might cry all the way home because a patient who I had grown to care about finally passed or just because it was a challenging shift. Only to have to pick myself up and go back in 12 hours and show that same compassionate, bubbly nurse they expect.
So no, I don’t want to be a doctor. I want to be *just* a nurse so I can be there with my patients when they need me the most.
Should I call you #bkgrlie or by your new name?
Either. Or Becca. Which is my name.
#bkgrlie you & I weren't the kind to talk. Haven't followed you for a while to be honest. I saw a reblog of your picture and sparked memories.
Oh well you should talk to me. DM me!
Happy Easter!! 🐣🐇
Birthday Selfie!
Just because you’re a male and I’m a female doesn’t mean you can make sexual comments to me.
Just because you’re a patient and I’m a nurse doesn’t mean I have to let you talk to me a certain way.
Just because you think you’re charming, doesn’t mean I have to think you are.
I have a patient, one who I have had at least 10 times by now. He needs 8 weeks of IV antibiotics but because of ‘reasons’ he can’t go home with a PICC.
The first night I had him he was annoying. The second night I had him he was flirty. The third night I had him he was more flirty. As one would imagine this got old, fast.
Last night he had a new roommate (we have semi-private rooms) & I was switching out his fluids without trying to wake him. However, as they always do he woke up as i was messing with the IV pump. I said “oh I’m so sorry for waking you. I know it’s a little strange to wake up and have someone standing over you like this” He replied kindly, stating that it’s ok, he knows I’m just doing my job
Mr. PICC line replies, from beyond the curtain “oh I don’t mind to wake up to a hot girl standing over me. You can do that any time”. Which I ignored because i try not to give him a reaction, though as i was leaving i heard him say to his roommate, “though maybe next time she will stand over me with a little less clothes on. But maybe that was just in my dream”.
Just… NO. I’m here trying to do my job and take care of you. Please don’t disrespect me while I’m treating and taking care of the body you clearly didn’t.
PSA
I changed my username
bkgrlie —> beckleboo