Personal Narrative: Becoming A Nurse

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I had many things wrong with me growing up. I was diagnosed with vitiligo: lost a pinky, fractured a femur, and found out I had pectus carinatum. It may not be much but to me, I felt I like I was scraps pieced together. “What’s wrong with me,” I said. “Nothing, nothing at all,” the nurse replied. There was an immense amount of warmth and reassurance in those four words that stuck with me forever. That is who I want to be, a nurse. I wanted to be the same nurse that made me feel that everything would be alright, for others. I felt that if there were many others like me for worse or better, I wanted to be their same warmth and reassurance. For me, becoming a nurse would prove to be a mission rather than a desire.
It’s not every day that a student
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Quite unorthodox to say the least, but I felt privileged with the opportunity given to me by my godfather, an Orthopedic Traumatologist that practices in Reynosa, Mexico. The summer of 2017, you would not have been able to keep me out of the operating room. The entire experience from start to finish felt magical. I would comfort patients as they lay on the operating table, making small chit-chat, reassuring that everything would be fine. As they regained consciousness, they would always let off a sleepy smile. That’s what kept me going. I assisted alongside the surgical team in various surgeries ranging from ulnar fractures, femoral fractures, colles fractures, and even an intramedullary nailing on a tibia. I would routinely help the surgeon, holding any equipment or cleaning any excess blood from the incision. I also had the opportunity to suture at the end of a surgery. I became familiar with a lot terminology; although, it was in Spanish. I had gotten a lot of hands-on experience in a healthcare setting that is subpar to …show more content…
I was selfless and attended to her every need. My priorities were not straight. To my dismay, I would later realize that she was not loyal, many times. I left her. This was a pinnacle moment in my life. I began to focus all my energy on my schoolwork; I retook classes I had previously done poorly in and now passed with flying colors. I would pick up better study habits and even began enjoying subjects I had previously no interest in. I had regained a sense of who I was again, regained confidence and realized that I was capable of whatever I put my mind towards. I had learned love could be a beautiful thing but not to lose sight of what was most important to me, becoming a