Working as a nurse isn’t easy. With new faces and new tragedies pilling one by one, every patient’s story is another black hole pulling me into the depths of sorrow. However, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The warm, fuzzy feeling you get when you know you made a difference in the world. The adrenaline spikes that sneak up on you when you're in the heat of the moment, praying that this patient won’t fall into the hands of death. That is what I live for.
Making my way to the neurology department, the sound of my heels against the ceramic flooring echos throughout the corridor.
Making my way to the neurology department, the sound of my heels against the ceramic flooring echos throughout the corridor.