Hi all, I hope I’m finding you with your new years off to a better start than 2020 was. I thought I would hop on here and give you all a little update of what has been happening the past couple of weeks here in January.
I started my new job the beginning of the month and just had the two weeks of online orientation here at home. This week was my first week in the hospital on the unit. I.ABSOLUTELY.LOVE.IT. Behavioral health is so where I’m supposed to be. I love the flow, I love the atmosphere, I love everything about it. I feel confident in my position. I’m doing literally everything I can. I’m charting, doing 1:1 assessments, pulling meds, giving meds, talking to doctors, talking to families and patients, I even did part of a discharge on my second day! Guys, I’m telling you I don’t know where all this came from. I LOVE MY JOB! On that flip side though, I still need to pass the NCLEX. I take that in about a month or so. I’m so nervous and scared I won’t pass. Doing and feeling so well at work, makes me fear not passing because I will have to stop orientation until I pass it. It sickens me to even think about it but there it is sitting in my head.
I’ve also realized a lot about myself, and learned from my patients already in two days. I see myself in some of them. I learn about how to control feelings and how to cope with different thoughts. I feel so at home on that unit it’s not even funny. I’m exhausted when I go home but I’m always ready to hop up and do it again. I was actually kind of sad that I had an online class today from home instead of coming in for a shift.
Then we have some not so good things happening already in the first few weeks of the year. About midweek of that first week of January, my dad was sent to the ER thinking he was having a stroke. Just by what mom was telling me I already had an idea of what it was and it was definitely not a stroke. The next day my prediction was proved correct. Dad has 4 new lesions on his brain, causing the left side of his face, his arm and hand to feel numb. We had a plan, but we should know by now that plans don’t work for us. He was supposed to get the Covid vaccine in February and start a new medication after both doses were complete. These new lesions had another plan and caused dad to have to start his new medication early, last week to be exact. This caused some horrible (okay mild but I’m his daughter so I’m going to exaggerate everything) side effects. Woke up with a 102 fever and chills. Luckily he was fine after that and he has even reported this week that he feels better than he has been. We shall see what tomorrow brings when he gets his second shot. I love my dad more than anything and I wish I could split myself in half to be with him and work because I feel guilty for not being there. We will get stronger and we will be walking again. You just watch.
Speaking of Covid shots, I receive my second one tomorrow. I’ve heard bad and good things about the second dose so I’m interested on what I will feel like come Friday night and Saturday. My first shot my arm was the only thing that hurt and I was a little extra tired but nothing major. Wish me luck.
Keep following me for updates on my, my dad, my family, and everything else in between. There’s a surgery in my near future so we will see how that plays out with my mental health.
Peace and love friends