I am in the thirty-somethingth year of my life. I’ve been married for twelve years, and I’m writing a book series. I drink too much coffee. I have two cats. I aspire to be a doctor, as well as a novelist. I don’t embarrass easily, but there are certain parts of my life I don’t put the spotlight on. I have OCD, chronic hemiplegic migraines, and anxiety, and there are days I have a hard time just being me…
I posted eleven days ago that I was going into surgery, and bklynmed reminded me that I didn’t update everyone. I’m doing fine (so they say) but as an almost nurse it’s hard not to over-think every sign and symptom as meaning the worst complication ever (like
right now I’m pretty sure I have an abscess).
But more importantly, this is the first time I’ve been a patient—well more than the occasional non-serious ER visit. I am blessed by this experience because it has given me a window into the patient experience. Here are some lessons I have learned thus far:
A nursing student learns valuable lessons about providing safe and quality patient care from her (his?) experiences around a surgery. Good stuff — I found valuable reminders for myself in this post.