I'm a nurse and so are two of my close friends and we never tell people we are RNs when we go out. We usually make up a story about what we do. The last time we went to Vegas my friend told a guy she was a cab driver from New York. I'm usually a cocktail waitress from Reno. Nursing is cool and, yeah, I worked hard for my degree but it's just a job. The novelty wears off pretty quick.

I work in the medical field. I'm a nurse. When people ask me what I do for a living, I just say work in the medical field becauseI don't want too be bombarded with medical questions. I know several nurses who are also vague when they're asked about their job. Constantly wearing the nursing cap makes you burn out. I think the same goes for a lot of other professions.

When people brag about working "in the medical field" it usually means they are a tech or a nurse aid. These are both important jobs but it bothers me that they won't actually say their position because they are hoping you will assume they are a doctor. Their "I work in the medical field" is usually followed by unasked for advice and putting on airs. Dude, you have a certificate or an associate's degree. Quit acting like you a a hot shot M.D. Ugh.

My mom's a nurse, so she's always worked holidays. Christmas we'd wake up at 4am to open gifts until we were older, then just went to a different day. Thanksgiving? The BEST. We spend it with dad on the actual holiday, then mom cooks the day after. Favorite holiday by far!

Kitty brought another flying squirrel into the house last night. We must have a nest somewhere close by. But this one was alive. She knocked him around pretty good, but he was still alive and trying to get away from her. DD immediately wanted to nurse it back to health and keep it as a pet. Ugh. We picked it up, wrapped it in a dish towel and put it in a box. I am telling you right now the thing was so freaking cute! And it didn't try to fight us or get away. I guess they're very social. DD took pictures of it, and we got a close look at it's little wing/glider flappy things. We also noticed it was crawling with fleas. I told DD, "We can't have him in the house, not with all these fleas on it." So we left him in the box and put it outside on the porch. Sadly, the little guy did not survive the night. Kitty didn't bother him, but he was dead this morning. I guess she beat him up worse than we thought. I hope she doesn't bring any more in the house.

So I've been sick lately (chronic issue flaring up) and felt really weird and spacey for days. Dh and I decided I was probably dangerously dehydrated and he offered to give me an IV. I have been chugging water like crazy without any change in how I've felt for the last 2 days so I agreed. He's military so he knows how to do it right, and the supplies were given to is by his mom who is an N.P. And she bought them just a couple months ago so they were fresh and sterile and whatnot. I have avoided it before because I don't like the idea of doing things like that at home and even though I trust dh he isn't what I would consider a trained professional... It sounded like a bad idea. But I felt so shitty for so long I agreed. I didn't think a trip to the doctor would do more than tell me to drink more fluids and take it easy and even though I feel so awful I don't think "icky, weird, and dizzy" constitutes a trip to urgent care or the ER. So I said yes. It went well, I feel much better... But I was worried the whole time. I didn't see him flush the whole tube the way nurses do it in the hospital and my shoulder gurgled... From the inside... I thought, because dh was standing by my fiddling with something that it was his stomach doing a hungry gurgle. But then I felt my shoulder... Idk... Bubble... It was like a hungry stomach in my shoulder and I was convinced I was gonna die from air in my veins...man... I said something to dh but he didn't hear it and didn't think it was strange... But never again. Maybe I'm a nervous nelly like dh likes to call me... But that was way too stressful for me to be willing to let him give me another IV before he goes to college and takes the appropriate medical courses. It would be a stupid way to die or get seriously sick.

I get those comments about my weight. The nurse at the Dr's office said she'd guess me a lot less than the scale shows. Must be muscle?

I went to my health risk assessment for work and the nurse was chatting with me about how she was getting a NutriBullet. I told her I'd heard good things and I was thinking of getting one myself for making smoothies and soups. She told me I shouldn't get one because it would make me lose too much weight (I'm at the low end of normal BMI). Um, I'm pretty sure it's what you put in the smoothie that makes you lose weight and not just using the NutriBullet. I can't believe some people are nurses with beliefs about nutrition like that. SMH.

You never HAVE to give notice. Just keep in mind that if you are in a professional career, sometimes the world is a lot smaller than you think. I got my last three jobs via word of mouth -- people I just happened to know who knew people who knew people. Word travels fast in the professional world. We often didn't hire people because we'd ask around and find out they walked off their shifts or pulled other such nonsense. This stuff follows you. Now, if you're applying for a cashier job or waitressing it's not as big of a deal. You can probably tell off your boss, walk off the floor and not worry about it. But it changes as you climb the ladder. If you're applying for upper management, physician, physical therapist, speech pathologist,professor, attorney,or nurse practitioner types of positions, you better believe your past actions will come back to haunt you. Gving proper notice is oftentimes more for YOUR benefit than the employers. Just giving you some heads' up since a few of you seem to think it doesn't matter. It does. It does if you have a real career.

I'm an introvert but I love people. One reason I'm going from nursing to a masters in psychology is so I can still work with people but maybe in a more intimate environment. A lot of my nurse friends keep suggesting things I can do as a nurse but I still want out of the nursing field. I just learned I'm an INFJ and apparently INFJs make good therapists and teachers. Yay!