I’m Not Like The Others

Have you ever wondered if you were too old or too overweight or too out of shape or if you were too introverted or had too many learning difficulties or other mental health challenges to to go to nursing school? I’d like to offer my unique perspective. I struggled with many of these questions when I was deciding if I should apply to nursing school and I’ve been thinking about them a lot as I begin my final semester.

Most people are pretty kind. They want to be positive and upbeat. What kind of friend wants to kill your vibe and crush your dreams. So, when you ask for advice, they typically sound like motivational posters. 😝

They reference quotes about doing anything you set your mind to or believing in yourself.

Which is great. 👍🏻 Except I was looking for specifics. 😂 Like super targeted specifics from an advanced Google search with quotation marks and Boolean operators. 👀 Okay. FINE! 😤 I was looking for a real, live introverted, potato-shaped person 🥔 like me, who was over 30 and had ADHD and OCD, but had somehow managed to crack the code, sneak through, and successfully complete nursing school, to give me the play by play of her experience. Apparently, it was a big ask. Maybe because there’s not anyone who meets all the criteria. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Still, while I might be the only one EXACTLY like me, I’m certainly not the only atypical nursing student, nor should I be. Why? Because representation matters.

I want the nonathletic girl who is curious about the way her body works, to feel just as confident asking questions as the girl who worked her butt off to be the one at the top of the pyramid cheering her heart out. I want the single mom of 2, who always wanted to be a nurse, but thinks it’s too late, to know she can still achieve her dream. I want the transgender woman who finds a lump in one of her breasts to feel comfortable making an appointment without fear that no one will take her concerns seriously or that she will be misgendered.

As a larger person, I’ve put off seeking medical treatment numerous times for fear of judgment and discrimination. To be fair, my anxiety does tend to generate some absurd scenarios. 🤔 But occasionally, they’re rooted in reality.

When I was 26, a particularly foul OB/GYN told me there was no need for a biopsy after an abnormal PAP smear. 😰 Apparently, if I would lose at least 30 pounds, female issues usually resolved on their own. 🤨

I have friends and loved ones who are members of the LGBTQ+ community, 🏳️‍🌈 as well as some who have struggled with addiction or some form of mental illness. They also find it difficult to face the stigmas often associated with medical help. Something shouldn’t have to HAPPEN to us for us to care about it, and yet it can be difficult for someone who hasn’t been in your position to understand you or see past a certain characteristic.

Returning to the earlier questions, the short answer is no. Absolutely not. You are NOT too overweight, old, different, or whatever. If you are willing to devote the time, energy, and effort to learning, studying, and challenging yourself, you can definitely succeed in nursing school. 😊

BUT… ☝️

It will be demanding. And I don’t mean in the traditional way that nursing school is demanding. Nursing school is NEVER easy. It doesn’t matter if you were born into a family of medical professionals who groomed you to dual-enroll and start nursing school while in high school or if it is your second of third career and you’re starting after your kids went off to college.

The reality is: It 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 really 👏🏻 tough. It has to be. 💁🏻‍♀️ It is not to prepare you for a clinical experience, an assignment, or an exam. It is to prepare you for the day when you are the only thing standing between your patient and the grave.

It requires a commitment OUTSIDE the classroom and clinical setting of AT LEAST 2-4 hours a day for assignments, studying, skills practice, and NCLEX review questions {that you should be doing as soon as you begin the nursing program. 😵‍💫}

But none of this is usually a surprise to most people. Fortunately, when you start considering nursing school, there are plenty of friends, instructors, and advisors who will give you honest answers about what kind of commitment is expected for a *normal* student. 🤓

UNfortunately, if you fall into one or more of the aforementioned categories that had you second-guessing your decision to apply to nursing school, there are also some not so normal challenges that no one really mentions. 😪 I want to talk about these things, because I think it’s important to have a complete conversation.

No one tells you that you might need to go over a concept 3-4 times more— and in 3-4 different ways, than a traditional student. 📚 Give yourself grace. Try not to be disappointed in yourself or feel like you aren’t doing your best. I won’t lie. It sucks to feel like everyone else just gets things. It sucks to feel like your brain is a mushy, lumpy glob of Jell-o, just living its best life and not helping you with this really hard stuff. But 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 will 👏🏻 get 👏🏻 there. 👏🏻

Don’t focus on everyone else. Just focus on you and lumpy. 🧠 She’s slow, but she’ll get there. If that means you’re watching Every. Single. YouTube video on the topic until you find one that makes it make sense, then so be it. And when you strike gold, SAVE THAT CHANNEL! 😎

Another thing no one talks about is how much more physically painful and demanding this may be for you if you’re an older and/or larger person. 😑 You will ask yourself, “What is happening? Why does this hurt? Am I dying?” No. You’re not dying. It only feels like it. You will survive this. But you will have muscle aches in places you didn’t even know you had muscles. 🤯 There will be days when you get home and you can barely move. It will be incredibly humbling when an elderly neighbor who wears a Life Alert pendant 🚨 asks if you need assistance as you crawl out of your car like a sloth with 2 broken legs. 🦥 Just smile your best smile and assure him you’re fine. 👍🏻 With any luck, he won’t call the police to perform a welfare check. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Stay hydrated, soak joints in Epsom salts, use your heating pad as necessary, and take some ibuprofen {as directed, your liver will thank you. 🙏🏻}

People joke about the ‘introvert hangover.’ But it’s a legitimate thing. To help during busy clinical days, take your breaks in your car, at the library, or somewhere else you can decompress alone, if you’re allowed. Alternatively, bring your earbuds and zone out or study in the cafeteria. It helps recharge your introvert batteries a bit before you go back to the floor. 😉

There’s also a mental and emotional aspect to patient care. No one mentions {maybe they don’t realize} how re-traumatizing it can be, as a survivor of rape and/or abuse, to encounter patients who have been raped or abused— or patients who are *perpetrators* of such acts. 🥴 Yes, they deserve your empathy, compassion, and respect, too. 🥺 Take a couple extra minutes to gather yourself if you need it. 😮‍💨

Finally, there’s the impact nursing school can have on your personal relationships with those around you. If you’re lucky, you will be surrounded by wonderful friends and family who want you to be successful. But even the most supportive people can grow weary from the commitment and their role in your pursuit. It’s really easy to *say* “I’ll support you while you go through this.” But not everyone is mentally or emotionally prepared for what that offer truly entails. Some start nursing school in what they feel is a happy marriage and graduate while going through a divorce due to the intense pressure and stress on tiny fractures that may have already been developing. Others develop stronger connections *because* of {or in spite of} it. As you mature, grow, and learn more about yourself, you might even find you aren’t the person you were before. Which makes it difficult to maintain the same relationships— romantic or platonic.

I don’t know that anything or anyone can prepare you for the level of self discovery you’ll experience in nursing school. It can be frightening and sometimes even a bit lonely. But it’s also incredibly cathartic.

The bottom line is, when you feel yourself starting to panic because you’re not like the perfect picture in your mind of what a nursing student or a nurse should be, STAHP!

You don’t need to fit into a perfect little box to be a great nurse. Patients don’t fit into prefect little boxes and they don’t need need caregivers who do either. They need caregivers who have compassion and empathy. They need caregivers who are human and imperfect, just like they are. They don’t need an idealized personification of what some antiquated source decided a nurse should be. They need YOU! And don’t you dare let anyone tell you otherwise. ❤️‍🩹💖💗

High Road U-Turns

Chuck says I’m always starting 💩. An assertion I maintain is offensive and blatantly false. 😵 I am NOT always starting 💩! What I am always doing, is sitting on yellow, waiting for OTHER people to start 💩. 💁🏻‍♀️ #TeamDefense

We went shopping yesterday. I loathe shopping. I prefer to do it online, because… people. 😑 But I’ve been suffering through pain attacks from my trigeminal neuralgia this week and apparently, it would do me some good to get out of the house. 🙄 Plus, he lured me out by offering to go shopping for craft supplies. 🤩 Just imagine a cartoon mouse being dragged by the scent of cheese. 🪤

A while ago, I saw a TikTok I found hilarious in which the guy said something along the lines of next time someone gives you a hard time about wearing a mask, take it off and tell them you’re relieved to finally meet someone who doesn’t care that you’ve got Covid. It’s been living rent-free in my head for a few months. 😏 Fortunately, I’ve only encountered kind people who are either wearing their own mask or minding their own business… until yesterday. 🙃

We’d gone to Joann without incident, but I wasn’t able to find everything I wanted. So we headed to Hobby Lobby. And that’s where I made a fRiEnD. 👀 It wasn’t all that busy and I noticed this woman who seemed to be following me. 🤨 {We’ve talked about my trust issues bordering on paranoia, so I never call people out. 😝} But as I traveled to the back corner of the store, leaving Chuck an aisle or 2 back, my new friend continued to follow me. She kept staring at me. 😯 She penetrated my personal bubble, 😳 for which I’ve been a proponent since waaaay before social distancing became cool. 😱 Then, she proceeded to point her talons at my face and demand, “Why do you wear that?”

I wear a sarcastic cat mask, {see below} so it occasionally draws attention. 😸 And, being an alum of the School of Awkward, I realize that not everyone is super smooth in social situations. Feeling relieved that she was only intrigued by my cat mask, I smiled and explained that I love cats and my mask helps me express that. 😁

Me and my snarky cat mask.

She was not satisfied. 🥸 “Why do you even wear a mask? YOU PEOPLE are the reason they keep bitching about this damned virus. If YOU PEOPLE are scared, you need to stay home so the rest of us can live life!” 😵‍💫

Shots fired! ❤️‍🔥

Trigger engaged! ⚠️

Prepare for fight 🥊 or flight.🏃‍♀️

YOU PEOPLE? Did this individual just call me a “you people?” 😤

Also… why is that one of the specific phrases that triggers me? Perhaps this warrants more self exploration. 🧐 I’ll add it to my list. 😉

But back to my adventure. I promise, you guys, I really try to be therapeutic in my communication. I try to remain calm and composed, at least on the outside. 🙈 I try to understand feelings behind statements, not just words. I try to be compassionate and empathetic, instead of emotional and defensive. It requires A LOT of conscious and intentional effort. 😓

But ya know what? I’m tired. I’m stressed out. I’m struggling. I take an exam every other week. I have empathy fatigue. And some days are just plain better than others. 😮‍💨

So, I chose violence. Not physically, but like verbal Kung fu. I usually take the high road, but occasionally I get altitude sickness and have to make a U-turn. 🤢 I’ll try again a different day. 🥴

Remembering my little TikTok video, I got really close to my aggressive friend, snatched my mask off, and said “Thank You! I’m so glad you’re not worried about me being positive for Covid. The doctor told me to quarantine for 2 weeks. But this is America and I’ll go out if I want! Everyone is gonna catch it eventually.” 🧐

She seemed troubled when she left me. 🙃 Chuck caught the last couple minutes and asked what I did. 😵 He said I have a problem and asked me why I’m always starting 💩. All I know is that I wanted to stay home. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some studying to do. Particularly in the therapeutic communication department. 🤐