Christian Single, Dialysis Nurse, Holidays

Dialysis Nurse on the High Seas

January 1, 1991 - Caribbean Sea 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-  HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! blared the loudspeaker. I shot out of bed and stood in the middle of the pitch black room with my heart racing. Where was I? What was happening? Oh yes. I signed up to work as a dialysis nurse on this nine-story cruise ship for… Continue reading Dialysis Nurse on the High Seas

Dialysis Nurse, home care nurse

From Dialysis to Home Care

November 1991 I have now worked in the new dialysis center in the suburbs for about three months. It is going fairly well, although the thirteen hour shifts three times weekly are so long and exhausting. I'm having trouble recovering on my days off and am feeling as bad as when I used to work… Continue reading From Dialysis to Home Care

Christian Single, Dialysis Nurse

Culture Shock in New England, USA

June 1991 The huge moving van drove up the hill to my new condo and parked on the roadside. The men carried my 100+ boxes and furniture over the grass, through the sliding glass doors, and piled the boxes floor to ceiling in the living room. "Lady, you sure have a lot of books. Will… Continue reading Culture Shock in New England, USA

Christian Single, Dialysis Nurse, General Nursing

Time to Move?

Midwest to New England - June 1991 For some time now I have felt stuck in a rut, and I have been asking the Lord if He would have me move to a new location. I have lived in the Midwest since I was two years old. One wonderful thing about being a nurse is… Continue reading Time to Move?

Christian Single, Dialysis Nurse

Dirty Needle Stick in Dialysis

Summer, 1989 I have been working in outpatient hemodialysis on evening shift now for about six months, four days a week with every Wednesday and Sunday off. When I work every other Saturday, I also have Thursday off. Wednesdays are a welcome break in the middle of the week to run errands, schedule appointments, and… Continue reading Dirty Needle Stick in Dialysis

Dialysis Nurse

Becoming a Dialysis Nurse

Spring, 1989 Ever since returning from the mission trip to Honduras last fall, I have been asking the Lord if it is time to move on to a different type of nursing. After caring for patients in Honduras, it made me realize how much I miss the direct patient interaction and bedside nursing. I have… Continue reading Becoming a Dialysis Nurse