So here's what happened: The Thursday night before Easter, my husband was having a panic attack over our finances. It was about 10:30 at night, and I was working (I work at home as a medical transcriptionist), but there was very little work due to the holiday which meant very little paycheck. This has been an ongoing theme that has frustrated the liver out of us.
Hubby works 2 full-time jobs teaching, and I feel like I am watching him age right before my eyes. We had been fortunate enough to recieve some financial help from his parents, but told hubby that they need financial help returned. I can never pay that back on what I make, and obviously he is maxed out on earning potential. Over the past several years, I have been praying about my desire to somehow to participate in medical missions and have been researching nursing schools and such....so the wheels were suddenly set in motion.
As I was sitting at my desk that night, fully aware of the looming tiny paycheck, watching hubby stress over bills and paying back his parents, I suddenly turned to him and said, "why don't I become a nurse?"
I have said this to him before, but this time my guns were loaded. I had a plan. I laid out the plan for him, and I could watch the storm clouds in his eyes clearing. Over the next several hours, we hashed and re-hashed the plan. We tweaked it over and over, and we became so excited that neither of us could sleep.
Since then, I have researched dozens of nursing programs locally and learned that there is a test you have to take to be an RN. I found a practice test online, took it and got a 70% based just on MT knowledge. This was encouraging. I talked with friends who are nurses, and last week I even spent 6 hours job-shadowing a nurse in our local hospital.
Here is the thing: I have always my whole life been the single most squeemish (sp?) person you will have ever known. When I was in the 3rd grade, a kid's dad who was a doctor brought in his medical bag and showed us the tongue depressor, the gloves, and I was out before he could show us anything else. Whenever there was a filmstrip about the human body, I was the kid in the back getting revived with one of those smelly capsule-thingies under my nose (guess I'll be finding out what those are now!). And now I want to be a nurse. What changed? Well, it seems that typing medical notes these last few years have cured me. When I was job shadowing last week, I saw everything and none of it bothered me! Yay!
That is how this all began in a nutshell. There is more, but I will save that for a later post.
The purpose of this blog is to share the good, the bad and the ugly of being a mom who is working and going to school. I am terrified, but I know it will all be worth it in the long run.