My gut instincts hardly ever lead me astray. I have a rather strong intuition and it’s almost always right. Last night while working in the jail I got the feeling something was off as I approached our maximum security area to pass medication. I had a feeling something was going to happen. I had told the deputy before passing meds to a particular inmate about this feeling. He offered to pass meds to the inmate through the bars. The inmate protested. This put me on even higher red alert. I was sure I was just being paranoid. I’ve never had this problem before. I arranged his medication into a small med cup and approached the door and small slot I pass the meds through. The inmate approached as well. At a solid 6’7″ and approximately 280 pounds he hovered over me. His eyes were always dark and absent due to his mental illness. He reached his hand through the slot tilting it slightly sideways to make it more difficult to drop his meds into his hand. I hesitated. I tilted the cup to drop the med and as it fell the inmates hand jutted forward and up in attempt to grab my arm. The good thing about being paranoid on red alert is the cat like reflexes. I dropped the cup and jerked my hand away just before he could grab me. He stormed off into his cell mad as hell that I was victorious in my attempts at self preservation. My heart was pounding. The deputy later told me he repeatedly mumbled that he was irate with me for not screaming and was trying to break my “twiggy little cunt” arms. I was told later that night that a month prior said inmate successful broke both arms of another inmate through the jail cell bars. My intuition saved me from serious injury and what could have been a fatality. Always follow your feelings.
Category: Nursing
Making Plans.
So today I passed yet another semester in my nursing program. That makes five semesters down and only three left before I’m eligible to take my state test and become a Registered Nurse. I just sent in my (rather expensive) application to take my state test to become a Licensed Practical Nurse. I’m nervous but not as nervous as I am about these next few semesters. So close yet so far away. I’m making strides to further my career and better myself. In doing so I realized that I have five years left before I’m a CRNA and making over $100 thousand a year. Not too shabby. I have big dreams. And big expectations for myself. I hold myself to high standards and am a devoted student. I am intimidating. I’m one hell of a woman. I’m assertive, confident, and as sweet as can be. I was born for nursing. As I advance I know better than to think this life is about material things. I want passion. I have a lust for life. I have a desire to change the world not just my community. Failure is not an option. And the only way to make any change is to do it daily and through varying means. I plan on publishing a book, traveling the world to practice medicine in third world countries for free, joining organizations and doing even more volunteer work than I am currently participating in. I want to do more than save lives, I want to change lives. I write to move people, to connect with people, to reach out and offer myself. Bravery is opening up to a stranger and that is what creates a friend.
The Mad Mind of Coraline 