The other one advised me to start working on my doctorate as soon as possible. Not because I would learn anything valuable, but because for every unit I complete, I will make more money. "In three years it will pay for itself" she says. I think I will wait a bit, but I'll start looking into it.
Thursday was the most stressful day for me. I had to teach my students how to use the computerized charting system at the hospital (which I have never used and was only trained on it two weeks ago). I really didn't know enough to teach it, and the resource person was unavailable, but one of the first semester instructors offered to help me, and spent the day making sure I knew what I was doing.
Friday morning I took my students into the hospital and showed them around. I worked at this hospital when I was a nursing student. I was a phlebotomist, and would come in before class at 4 am to draw am lab samples. It's changed a lot since then, but not all that much. We went around to all the units and I dropped them off at their floors.
My first wife, Arlina, used to work on one of the units for about 4 years way back when. I asked one of the old nurses if she remembered her, and she did. We talked about her for a bit. That was nice, but kind of hit me unexpectedly, and I felt a wave of emotion as I walked toward the elevator. I don't think time ever really takes it away completely.
I also saw a couple of nuns I used to work with a long time ago, and they both gave me big hugs.
At the end of the day I felt good about being here. It's gonna be ok.
Some nursing students from a long time ago. The uniforms have changed, but the look in their eyes is the same.