through a journey that I don't necessarily need to outline again, I found nursing. And, boy, am I ever glad that I did. Nursing has changed by life, my perspective, and makes me exceptionally excited about the career that I have ahead of me. The last three years at McGill, in the direct-entry program, has been the most challenging and humbling, yet the most rewarding educational experience of my life. I think that the perspective that the general public has of nurses is so diverse... and, when I say I am a Master's trained nurse, there is the inevitable question: why not medicine? well... because I want to be a nurse. I never knew it before, but, I know it now. I am a nurse! I am not "just" a nurse.
I have realized more and more that I am not interested in the diagnosing... probably the reason why I wouldn't pursue my Nurse Practitioner. I am interested in policy, and education, and working to figure out the complex ways of overcoming barriers to care, and working side by side with patients and families.
The direct entry program is so unique. And, one of the really unique things is that you have a small class. We started with about 17 people. After the first "qualifying' year, we lost Beth, Annie, Will, Carmen. All my close friends. It kinda sucked. but, the friendships that you gain with the people in your class continue to grow and grow. First year (i'm not going to lie), I wasn't all that impressed with my initial impressions. by graduation... WOW. I love these girls. They are amazing, and I will miss them terribly! Especially the girls in Global Health Stream, of which there is a special degree of torture, stress, anxiety, and reward to which we mutually experience. The girls that I have met over the past 3 years are smart, beautiful, funny, and oh so talented nurses.
The professors that I have had are so inspirational as well. Not only do they "scare" me into being a good academic, they are caring, professional nurses. They take the time to talk to you (at least they try!), and tell you when you are going off track. They are not easy. but, in order to be a good nurse, you need to be educated with high standards.
|we gotta do something about recruiting more tall women into the profession...|
When I was in Montreal in late-may/Early june with my mum for graduation, it was a perfect end. to enjoy a city that has been my off-and-on city. To see my friends that I will not see for a long time. To run in the eastern townships, and engage in relaxing spa experience with my mum. To have a party or two with the girls. And then... to walk across the stage with them, and remember our accomplishments.
Finally, immediately after my return from Montreal, I had a job interview the next morning. I had a little freak out, because I didn't feel prepared for it... I didn't know *how* to prepare for it. But, all I knew was that it was my dream job. A position at Vancouver Coastal Health, on their clinical outreach housing team. It is located in the Downtown East Side, and you work autonomously in the shelters and hotels in the community. As a nurse, you go out to meet people who would not otherwise access healthcare, offering primary care. It involves a lot of mental illness, addiction, and harm reduction. I don't know much about the details of the position. But, I went into the interview, and knew that I would love it. The first indication was that my interviewers had sleeve tattoos, and facial piercing. The second indication was that there were dogs present in the office. These are things I love.
I felt good with the interview, and was happy that they gave me the questions, 10-minutes prior to going into the interview. Of course, following the interview, I felt like I could've had "better" answers, but, I felt like I gave a good presentation of myself, my knowledge, and my beliefs.
It took them forever.... Like 3 weeks... to get back to me (despite them sending me emails every once and a while saying... "we'll let you know soon!"). and, it was killing me. I was pulling out my "how am I going to find a job? who can I network with?" ideas. And then, finally. When I was riding last monday with my Uncle Don (who is riding his bike across canada for YMCA Strongkids Campaign) and Cousin Rob to Harrison Hot Springs, I got the call. Since I was on my bike, I was unable to talk at that point. But, later in the afternoon, I was told "If you still want it (um, of course!), the job is yours!"
So, as soon as some paperwork bureaucracy is over and done... I can start! I was supposed to start tomorrow (um, best birthday ever?!?!), but, it will probably be Tuesday.
so that's it for now, folks!
this week: new job, birthday, and 1/2 ironman on Sunday! BIG WEEK!