The closure of the power forces the nurse to seek out a brand new job – again

Nancy Cohen, RN In my 35 years of nursing, mostly within the perioperative setting, I even have barely survived multiple takeovers and foreclosures of hospitals and surgical centers. So far, I even have survived 4 facility closures and someway got back on my feet by finding one other nursing position at one other facility. It doesn’t get easier each time. After each lockdown, I asked myself, “What does this mean for me and my colleagues? How do we start over? How will this affect our daily lives?”

How will I be treated in my latest job?

Finding a brand new job means, so to talk, meeting a brand new group of individuals and evaluating one another. How will they treat us? Each time I wondered if we’d all get along. Because let’s be honest, we’re not at all times at our greatest day-after-day. Will my latest colleagues be honest, hospitable and hard-working? But it’s greater than all these items.

Every time I start over, there’s an environment or feeling that is hard to define, as soon as you cross the edge, that you just either get accepted or you do not – you either slot in or you do not. Are these people my teammates? Do they accept outsiders with different backgrounds and different sets of experiences? Are they patient when teaching newbies?

I consider that nurses are generally resilient and can endure lots to survive in any work environment. I even have worked with good people, bad people and really intolerant people. I prefer the primary of the three groups.

Will I slot in?

I reluctantly admit that as I grow old, I’m not as quick to learn latest skills and latest procedures related to complex technologies. Sometimes I feel like an old, injured workhorse susceptible to withdrawal. Nowadays, it just takes me longer to adapt and assimilate, to learn latest skills and latest ways. I’m quite acquainted with the expression, “That’s just how we do it around here.” But I even have patience with myself and others. And I even have lots to supply. When I began my first nursing job at a big educational institution, the marginally older and more experienced nurses called me “young crazy” and I believed they were a bit chaotic and impatient. But I used to be determined to hold on, hugging tight and finding my place within the stressful environment. After all these years, I’m just a little afraid that I’ll finally grow to be that crocheted, impatient nurse I swore I’d never be – not due to age and tiredness, but because of getting to seek out a brand new job…after which one other one. But that hasn’t happened yet.

I consider myself a sort, patient and understanding person for brand spanking new graduates and fewer experienced nurses who should not confident of their skills. I’m blissful that I can share all my knowledge about nursing with them.

Just a couple of months ago, I used to be certainly one of the brand new nurses learning the ropes of working at one other latest facility. Every day I ask myself whether this latest job shall be satisfying for me and whether this institution will proceed to operate easily or will it encounter bumps within the road I even have traveled up to now? No matter what lies ahead, I’m able to face it and add one other chapter to my nursing journey. Editor’s note: Shortly after submitting Nurse Cohen’s story, she faced one other facility closure. Cohen will once more be on the lookout for a brand new home where she will be able to share her wisdom and experience with latest colleagues.