I recently retired after 34 years as an RN. I was a medical corpsman in the Air Force after high school, Then a nursing assistant until I started school. In all, I’ve done some form of nursing for a total of 39 years.
My first job as an RN was on the same unit I had been an assistant, at the University of Kansas Medical Center.
That was a strange transition, from being at the bottom of the food chain to the top. Since I worked there through school, it was between one day and the next. That was a leukemia floor. It was before ICUs (yes, indeed, I am old) so the work was very labor intensive. It was where I became an Adrenalin junky.
From there I went to dialysis. For the most part a yawner, so, of course, I gravitated to acute dialysis. By then ICUs had sprung up.
After being there a while, I was promoted to acting head nurse (hated it) I found out I’d been replaced by way of the hospital newsletter, so It was time to move on.
I decided I was too smart to stay a nurse, so I applied to Med School. I was accepted, and spent exactly 26 days as a medical student. I then knew I was waaaay too smart to be a doctor. It made me realize That I *needed *to be a nurse.
I went back to the leukemia unit. Things had changed a bit. The sickest patients went to the ICU. That is, except for our first bone marrow transplant. Can you guess who was at the bottom of that pile?
Very few places were doing bone marrow transplants then. Seattle’s Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center, Sloan-Kettering in New York and M D Anderson in Texas.
K U was one of the first outside the big 3 to try. We were mentored by Fred Hutch. We did 2, both were miserable failures.
When the second one died, I called my contact at Hutch, to let her know. We talked for a while, and by the end of the conversation I had a new job. All I had to do was drive my 280Z and everything I owned, from Kansas to Seattle in December, to start by the first of the year. I gave my notice at work that day, and at my apartment the next.
I started at Hutch the first week of January 1978.
I look back and see that I’ve been a small part of the history of medicine. I worked with ground breakers in dialysis.
I’ve had many lunches and midnight snacks with a Nobel Prize winner. Didn’t know it, wouldn’t have cared.
I never lost the high.
I went from Hutch to various ICUs, first, surgical, then to trauma, and finally to pediatric ICU. I’ve worked as a travel nurse in critical care. Twice. Once in 1980 for 1 year, then again in 1990 for 3 years.
I loved all of it… until I saw the pain I had to inflict to do my job well. Once seen, I couldn’t unsee it. (why is a longer still, story)
My wonderful husband saw my problem, and asked me to retire and take care of just him.
Junky, no more, I spend my days involved in art projects, and I do take very good care of the love of my life.