I started out like the others. I entered nursing school with bright eyes and high ideals, naive to the ways of the real world of nursing. I knew I was going to be different. I would do all my charting immediately after giving care. My patients would be turned every two hours, on the dot. My meds would be given exactly on time. I would be the perfect nurse.
Well, I’ve been a nurse for over two years, and the honeymoon is over. In my disenchantment phase, I believed that the perfect nurse existed only in the minds of humorless, dictatorial nursing school instructors.
Of course, that is not true. Because eveyone has a definition of the “perfect nurse”. It just means different things to different people. For example: (more…)