Who says 12 hours of shift work can't be fun?
Two days ago, we went to my favorite uniform store, the Uniform Junction for some new scrubs. We were given our yearly uniform allowance and I couldn't wait!
See, their scrubs are so creative and stylish, and there's plenty to choose from! I chose designs of butterflies and flowers in colors of purple, blue, orange. They have laces and ribbons and are loose enough so you can move around and run in an emergency, and climb on beds, and reach for the bags hanging on the top of the IV poles. They have pockets big enough for pens and scissors and a penlight, my rosary, my celfone, and a small pad. They are pretty enough to keep my patients' attention while I poke and palpate and percuss. They are inspiring enough to motivate my co-workers to buy the same and come to work feeling good about themselves, ready to clean up goo, and lift and turn, and spread some smile.
I love my work and I don't mind the grit. But it's a good nurse who takes pride not only in patching up broken bones but also in how she commands respect in how she looks while doing so that is tops in my book. So, who says 12 hours is a drab? Not with the right attitude! So put on your best scrubs and comb that hair back! Be ready to roll!