I got the phone call today that I got a job on the cardiothoraic floor where I did my Med-Surg rotation. Wow! I feel so incredibly fortunate to have found a job so early in the year that is so in line with what I want to do. I accepted and then called my wife and then my parents. I will bask in the glory of this moment today, but tomorrow, I move on to the next thing to worry about...the NCLEX!
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I have gone through my first year of MEPN (Master's Entrance Program of Nursing) at UCSF. I have graduated and become an RN. This is my journey.
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About "One Year Nurse"
Hi there. My name is Nat. I have finished my first-year as nursing student at UCSF in their Master's Entrance Program of Nursing (MEPN). I'm now an RN. It's an accelerated program and pretty much nuts. And amazing. It's nuts and amazing. When it's all said and done, I will be a Critical Care/Trauma Clinical Nurse Specialist. Mostly I just want to figure out how to be a damn good nurse. I think I'm getting there...
This blog is an autobiographical chronicle of my experiences prior to and during my time at UCSF. I now work at a hospital in San Francisco with cardiothoracic patients on a telemetry unity. Unless otherwise noted, all entries prior to December 2007 were written as journal entries without the thought of publishing and/or blogging.
In a former life, I was a teacher, social worker, live-in group home counselor at various places in the San Francisco Bay Area as well as Newark, NJ. I currently reside in Emeryville, CA with my girlfriend, Alex, her daughter, and my cat, Little Boy. If you want a more specific picture of what I did and how it lead me to nursing, I've actually included the personal statement that got me into UCSF, dated 09/01/06.
I will write a longer entry at least monthly, with smatterings of more "bloggish" entries interspersed. Entries range from deeply personal to pedantically clinical. All my personal information is true. Clinical/procedure information is intended as my interpretation of the facts but should not be considered to be definitive. Information about clinical interactions with staff and patients, although kinda-sorta true, have had significant changes made to their names and identifying characteristics in order to protect confidential information. Most patients and staff are composites of people that I've met. Locations of hospitals and clinics will not be given. Although entries have been fictionalized to an extent, all of these events "happened" to me, if you catch my drift...consider it a memoir of sorts.
This blog is an autobiographical chronicle of my experiences prior to and during my time at UCSF. I now work at a hospital in San Francisco with cardiothoracic patients on a telemetry unity. Unless otherwise noted, all entries prior to December 2007 were written as journal entries without the thought of publishing and/or blogging.
In a former life, I was a teacher, social worker, live-in group home counselor at various places in the San Francisco Bay Area as well as Newark, NJ. I currently reside in Emeryville, CA with my girlfriend, Alex, her daughter, and my cat, Little Boy. If you want a more specific picture of what I did and how it lead me to nursing, I've actually included the personal statement that got me into UCSF, dated 09/01/06.
I will write a longer entry at least monthly, with smatterings of more "bloggish" entries interspersed. Entries range from deeply personal to pedantically clinical. All my personal information is true. Clinical/procedure information is intended as my interpretation of the facts but should not be considered to be definitive. Information about clinical interactions with staff and patients, although kinda-sorta true, have had significant changes made to their names and identifying characteristics in order to protect confidential information. Most patients and staff are composites of people that I've met. Locations of hospitals and clinics will not be given. Although entries have been fictionalized to an extent, all of these events "happened" to me, if you catch my drift...consider it a memoir of sorts.
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