Career Choice? (IHS)

Career Choice? (IHS)

I remember when I was little: my family, best friend, and myself were on vacation. We went out to get ice cream, there was a huge line that seemed to take forever. The wait dragged on, us kids took turns going to the bathroom while my mom waited off to the side for us to return, really she just wanted to sit. My father got the pleasure of standing in line. That was about the time that it happened. A woman had just gotten off from her shift and had attempted to cross the street. It was a busy road and there were no safe places to cross over to where the majority of the parked cars were resting. She’d almost made it to the other side of the street when she was hit.

Everyone froze. I can still remember the sound of her body getting smacking against the car before thumping to the ground. The sound of the breaks screeching and the absolute moment of silence that followed. No one for a moment. And then all at once people were moving. The ones that were trained to. And my mom was one of them. She’d tried to hand off her bag to my father but he was still frozen. My sister ended up breaking out of the freeze, she took the bag from my mom. In the next second, my mom was across the street. The traffic had stopped with everyone else, that allowed the surge of people to cross over without fear. The crowd of families that had come for ice cream and dinner looked on in solemn silence.

If I had thought that the line had been a wait, this was ten times that. The fear that was coursing through me and the confusion, from our position we couldn’t see much of anything but the sudden crowd around the woman. At the time, I hadn’t even been aware that it was a woman. We’d found that out afterwards when my mom had finally come back.

In the end, it had probably only been fifteen minutes before the ambulance had arrived. But that wait had been torture. All the time, I couldn’t look away. And I didn’t want to. I had wanted to help but my young ten-year-old mind hadn’t known how. And still doesn’t all these years later. Honestly, I don’t remember much about that night. In the end, we finally got the ice cream but it was tasteless and the fun had been sucked out of the night. Permanently. My dad tried to revive the night, my mom was coming down off of a rush, and us kids were shaken. It took us a while to move forward again after that.

Eventually though, we did. And now I can look back on that terrible night and use it as an inspiration for what I want to do. What I have wanted to be able to do since that night. I want to be able to help people, to be able to move steady in the chaos. That’s why I’m majoring in nursing, and that’s why I want to be able to work in the ER in a few years. There are other factors that have gone into my choices as well but this is by far one of the more influential reasons I have.

I could be anything that would help people. But nothing calls to me quite like being a nurse. There are other fields, like psychology that entertain and interest me greatly. In the end though, fields like that are subpar at best. Of the fields that we studied in class, the only one that even slightly aroused my interest as a career was a physician’s assistant (PA). I’ll admit that before class, I wasn’t even sure of what one of those were. But it turns out that they are extremely similar to nurses especially the education level of a nurse practitioner (NP). They need to work under a physician while a nurse at the higher of levels can work without the supervising doctor. While this would be an interesting switch, in the end PA’s are less recognized than NP’s.

In class, we discussed many different paths and did a lot of research on who we are as a person. When we did the personality tests, I was matched as an advocate. Someone who doesn’t care for the attention or the recognition for what they do but still are bound by morals to help. I related to that a lot more than I thought. Then later on we ran a simulation lab. A hands on experience taking blood pressure and trying out things that would be a common occurrence in a nurse’s day. That’s where I knew what I was doing was right for me. Nursing is where I want to be.


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