In what perhaps is the greatest moments of my nursing school career, I finally had the opportunity to watch an open heart surgery this week. It was the most incredible thing I have ever had the opportunity to be a part of. From the first cut, to peering down inside the patient's chest as their heart was operated on, to the stopping of the heart with ice and potassium, to the repair and closure, this was actually one of the things I've always wanted to see, and now my heart is glad, having been given such a phenomenal opportunity that I will never forget.
Nothing can top that medical experience, but I also did watch a cardioversion, and a transesophageal electrocardiogram, which really makes me stop and wonder if God is wanting me to enter into a cardiology profession, considering 3/4 of my nursing career has been surrounded by the heart, and man, do I love it.
Also watched a colonoscopy this week, which, while it was not entirely thrilling, it was enjoyable, and I learned a bit. Also, to make me feel extra "nursey", I placed in IV in a gentleman who stated that he is a tough stick. There are few things that make me feel less like a nurse than placing an IV. Everyone has their niche.
My practicum site has been nothing but phenomenal, and I would be so incredibly honored to work there, I have decided. I am hopeful, but remaining ever open to the possibility of something more.
I met a kind employee at my practicum site, and have been pleasantly surprised with how refreshing, and nice some people can be. Its times like this that make me feel really sad that nursing school is coming to an end, because here, in this moment, life is beautiful. Yes, I know it's always beautiful, but within this context, I am at a place of hope, joy, and (almost) rest.
Three more shifts to go, and I will seriously miss this practicum; I'm having the time of my life.
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