So, let me enlightened everyone on stress. Having to go to 3 separate nursing schools (with undiagnosed ADHD) while being told by my parents that I would never amount to anything. This process took 5 years to accomplish. Then after graduating from a school in Trenton, NJ (while dodging stalkers and other horrible people) taking and passing the Nursing State Board (2 days of agony). We move on to work. ..Since I challenged the other RNs on their ethics and other choices they made (like thinking it was ok to push IV morphine to a patient with chest pain, then just walking away without bothering to check their vital signs). I was ushered into the ICU, hoping that I would, once again fail. That never happened. What did happen, I got married to a wonderful man whos job entailed traveling full time. I saw him 4 days a month. Somehow we managed to have two beautiful girls. Being paranoid, I would only allow my girls to be watched by my sister and parents. During this time, I was forced to make the God awful decision to not place my grandfather back on a ventilator after his bowels ruptured, while working in PA and him being in Atlantic City, NJ. Fast forward a few years. I now worked in North East Philadelphia, another choice and safe place to work. This new job entailed a 3 hour travel time, working 12 hour shifts and of course raising my girls without my traveling husband. Fast forward to us relocating to IL. By this time my Dad had multiple cardiac surgical procedures, I once had to fly into Phila at midnight since his heart ruptured. Add onto the cancers. Each procedure on either my Dad or my sister required my expertise and more God awful decisions on medical care, including putting my sister through excruciating but necessary pain. This went on for at least 10 years of flying back and forth to Phila. Making sure that my sister was taken care of to the best of my ability, even spending the summer there to help her sell the house, looking for apartments and taking care of my Dad. Meanwhile, my family in IL was forced to do without me for several months each year. I did this without complaint since family always comes first. While I was home, I still had to continue raising the girls with some help from my husband, due to his job. My family have all died so Im able to inform them now about stress. My first and only vacation was when I turned 50. Since my children, and my sisters children are now old enough to understand (to a degree) about stress I ask the 4 of you, who has had more stress in your lives and for a longer period of time? I think Im done ranting, for now. I would not change anything that has happened to me, just remember what Ive been through when you all think about stress
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 19:59:55 +0000
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