NURSING SCHOOL VLOG

 Yes, I am making you come to find the video here in the hopes that you will also read the posts. You're welcome:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ob_jtuU-a8

Done. Deal.

 

I actually cannot believe that I get to write this. Me. The dumb-dumb, the class clown, the person who had to be reminded of deadlines constantly and who didn't update her calendar and who was always struggling in skills lab, the chick who still cannot get a grip on the pharmacology...

Somehow, mostly by the grace of God, I have arrived at the end of my nursing school journey successfully, after going through literally all the stages of grief, plunging into the depths of my mental illness, feeling the weight of loneliness, despair, and powerlessness, and suffering through the trauma of a degree that strips you of your confidence and makes you question your every move (I might be exploring the depths of my educational trauma for months and years to come). 

Either way, whether I had anything to do with it or not, I am enthralled by the miraculous fact that I made it, despite these two years being probably the hardest years of my life. And all I can say is how at a loss of words I am to express my gratitude to God and anyone who has made this journey possible. But then, a part of me is also in complete awe of myself.

What a lass.

What an absolute display of stubborn resilience. It's the stuff of heroines. And if I were a little bit less angry and whinny, it would be the stuff of Saints. 

I'm sorry if this sounds so braggy but I truly am in awe of myself. I walked away from a stable job, a well-paid job, a life of comforts and travel and treating myself. I walked away from much of my social life. I plunged into an unknown field at the age of 33, when most people are buying houses and having kids, and building their little empires... I walked away from everything I knew and started from scratch. 

Then the storms of life came: I was homeless for a month and taking turns between friends' houses. I got sick. I opened my humble home to people who walked in and out of my life (and then back in, and so forth). I lost my dear godfather to Covid. I took the blows of my autistic brother when he had meltdowns, and I bear the scars on my body. I cried myself to sleep many nights. I worked a horrid retail job, then a hectic office job, then a crazy hospital job. I failed exams and got kicked out of clinical and got yelled at by difficult professors. I lived off the food pantry and my parents' generosity. I moved three times in two years (or was it four?). I went to the gym at least once every week. I practiced my piano skills. I did amazing projects and presentations and got to lead some incredible people through our nursing school work. I went to mass almost every single day of those two years. I got mad at God then I got un-mad then mad again, only as I know how to do. I crossed half of the world to go see my best friend marry Jesus. 

All this added to nursing things like, oh, I don't know... your first patient EVER dying within the first two hours of your first clinical, or getting vomited on the face. Or all. the. poo.

There isn't a chance I did all of this on my own. No way. I am not that strong. I am not that good. I am not much of anything other than a needy mess. I wrote "Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam" at the top of every exam scratch paper and prayed for a miracle. And when things looked really bad, I begged Mama Mary and Papa Joe to hook it up with Jesus (and they sure did). Even when I wasn't aware of it, God's grace sustained me, his Saints interceded for me, my guardian angel stood by me, and my grandmas (and godfather) did a heck of a lot of pleading on my behalf up there in heaven. 

And even when I was furious with God about something or other, even when I doubted (Him and me), He sent his little human minions to help me: Lauren and Lou and Joanne and Rachel and Claire and Monica and my aunties and my parents. And the literal 60 or so people who bought tickets to my raffle so that I could afford to pay my rent and bills one month. 

So yes, I've done a very remarkable thing. I am infinitely proud of myself. I will stand tomorrow in front of 300 plus people and hopefully give a speech in which I won't throw up or have an anxiety-induced Mexican accent. But the reality of it all is that I wouldn't have been able to make it without you, reader. Because more than likely, you, who are reading this, are one of the people who just got me through this program, in whatever way large or small. So thank you. 

May I be worthy of the title "nurse."