Psychiatric Hospital, Tuesday, September 11, 2001 - New England I walked across the campus of the psychiatric hospital where I was working as a Nurse Practitioner on my first day back from a week of vacation. I wondered if the workload would be extra heavy today. After visiting my family in Ohio, I caught my… Continue reading Never Forget – September 11, 2001
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May 2001 After examining me, my gynecologist gently said, "Pam, I'm afraid you need to have a hysterectomy. I don't want to let you keep bleeding like this and ending up with an emergency situation." I choked back the tears and replied, "Is there any way I could be on a different floor so I… Continue reading A Mother of None or Many?
December 1998 - New England, USA I have now completed my first six months as a Nurse Practitioner in a 120-bed psychiatric hospital. I thank God for my boss, Dr. T., a Family Practice Physician, and an excellent teacher. The hospital has an adult unit for acute psychiatric problems, a second adult unit for detoxification… Continue reading The Psychiatric Hospital
April 19, 1997 Show me Thy ways, O Lord, teach me Thy paths. Psalm 25:4 (KJV) I am seriously debating whether or not I should continue with graduate school. They are raising the tuition to $380 per semester credit hour, and I have 29 hours to go to complete my Master's of Science in Nursing… Continue reading Continue Graduate School or Drop Out?
July 1996 My most difficult semester of graduate school is history. The pathophysiology class, taught by a physician from Russia with a heavy accent, was challenging to understand. She gave us a great review of physiology and took us much deeper into what goes wrong in the body when disease occurs. The second course was… Continue reading Becoming a Patient
April 1995 I am relieved to have my interview for graduate school behind me. I will learn next week whether or not I am accepted, so the waiting which began last September is almost over. I hope my good grades in my first two courses at the State University help with my admission, but the… Continue reading My Year of Rejection and Sorrow