Why am I a nurse? Why do I love my job?

When bad days come around, like this one, saying,"Ilovemyjob Ilovemyjob Ilovemyjob Ilovemyjob Ilovemyjob" is just not going to cut it.

WHY do I love my job?

• Watching patients coming in unsure of the outcome, but relieved, even a little, when I walk in their room to update them on their care, and assuring them.
  

• Watching parents and grandparents cry with joy as they watch their (grand)child walk again for the first time in weeks or months after an accident.

• See patients that were severely injured, and unsure if they'd survive the trauma, return to the unit months later to visit and say "thank you."

• Enjoy using my gift of helps/service daily in a job that its required.

• I was called by God to be a nurse, and here I'll stay until He says I'm done.

There will always be bad days at work, but it's the memories of why I remain a nurse that keeps me going. Good or bad, I love being a nurse. I love being God's hands when caring for His children. This list will probably grow even more if I think harder, but my brain is too tired. This is more as a reminder for me, in case I ask that question again after a bad day. If you hear me say it, remind me of these points.

Thanks.