Growing up as kids, we all have our diverse dream job. Some wanted to be doctors, some nurses, pilots, software programmers and hackers, scientists and astronauts - the list knows no end. However, in the course of growing up, when the waves of life arose, most of us stopped chasing our dream jobs and went for a better alternative. Some, the contenders, kept pushing irrespective of the fact that it seemed like life was about to drown them in its ocean of hardships.
Most of the people I have come across only pretend to like their job. They fake a smile while being eat up from inside and still working. However, deep down, they know too well that they hate their jobs and if given an opportunity, they will tap out to go do what they really desire and dreamt of when they were kids. They only do the job as an alternative. The desired was not available, so, they made the available, the desired.
Though some people really hate their jobs, they are some people that were lucky enough to get a job - doing what they really love to do.
My dream was never to become a nurse. No. Though I admired nurses, I didn't like the profession itself. Reasons? I don't know. I wanted to be a mechanical engineer but then, with the state of my country, mechanical engineers end up being his drivers and tricycle drivers which i don't want for my self, so, nursing became the desired after being convinced by some environmental factors.
I began to love nursing, and grew too attached to it, to the extent that when I was still a student, I do volunteer to work for hospitals without thinking of collecting any form of compensation. That's how I love nursing.
School says were over, I became a graduate. Work started but it seemed more stressful than it used to be when I was still a student. But then, the love for my profession kept me going.
Sometimes, I will be working my shift and forget about the time. Even after I hand over to the nurses on the next shift, I would not go back home, but remain in the hospital to take care of my patients.
I was Soo attached to helping out that I even forgot about my self. Nobody told me that I would love my profession to this extent. During the time when I was doing this, I became slimmer, lost quite a lot of weight and my house was on constant disarray. Did I even care about all these things? Nope, I didn't care. I could go hungry from morning to night just to ensure that I did not leave my patients side.
I always practiced the concept of holistic care. No cap, my patients do reward me financially, but then, I was not about the money, but about the well being of my patient.
Every nurse wants me in their shift because they know that I will take care of everything without even asking them for assistance. Welp, except two nurses procedures.
This went on for quite a long time until people around me started asking if I was sick cause' my body mass was not what it used to be. I took a look at the mirror and I could not say a word. Damn, I have become very slim.
I understand the cause, but then, I was not ready to let go of my love of caring for the sick.
Honestly, I didn't hate my job, instead, I wanted to do more. However, I understood that overworking myself would not yield any good results for me and my future patients. I needed to be fit to take care of them too.
Based on this, I reduced my input and prompted distribution of work. Instead of helping other people to do their work, or doing everything myself, I refrain and allowed them to do it.
Also, instead of rushing to do some certain things, I took my time, given that it's not an emergency.
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