It is a weird feeling to be home sick at almost 25 at home with your husband in the next room, but I think I am. I am more people sick, I miss my parents, I miss my sister and I miss my best friend. This is a bizarre feeling for me--I started going to sleep away camp in middle schools and have spent huge amounts of time away from any family without a problem.
I think this is work making me people sick. Lately (well all the time usually), all of my patients are either dying, being sent to hospice or are getting a diagnosis that I know they won't live through and it is actually bumming me out. Most people would think duh, who wouldn't it bum out, but in the 8 months since I've been an oncology nurse I've never really been bummed like this. It is just a weird emotion.
I adore my job, I adore my patients, but it is just starting to get me worried--what if my mom is re-diagnosed and this time without a good prognosis, what if, what if, what if. I want to go on more, but with the fear of a HIPPA violation sitting on my shoulder, I will close out this post. Hug all your family a little tighter tonight.
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