Carry On

It’s been literal months since I’ve blogged last. A lot has happened, a lot worth posting about.

I took some time off, I went to England for a month, went to Paris for the day (walked way too much that day), came home, started a new assignment in Salem, had a hiccup or two that first day (I hate hospital orientation), and am now a month in. Each of those things alone could take up a whole post. Never mind the anecdotal things that occur to me when I’m at work.


Except I haven’t wanted to post. I also haven’t wanted to get on Facebook much either.

I’m not going to go in on safe spaces, but I will say that even prior to the issues with data selling, Facebook wasn’t the best place. Politically and socially, it got nasty. People I believed to be strong believers have posted things that have made me sad. It’s escalated to the point where I’d rather be on other mediums than Facebook. The solution would be to delete it all together, but as a traveler I depend on the resource. Plus not everyone is on Instagram or twitter.

Restricting my visits to once or twice a week means I can see who just had a baby and say happen birthday occasionally. The downside being I don’t have as much to say on my blog as I hoped I would. Words fail where they hadn’t in the past.

I’ve been struggling with my view of certain institutions that were once very important to me. The church is one of those. The last year and a half has almost cemented my aversion to the point that the last time I was home I couldn’t bring myself to attend.

Like Facebook, I’ve had to ask myself, “who are these people I thought I knew?” The people who I thought would protect me when I said things weren’t okay have stopped being that safe place to land. I don’t want to make it all political, but when you’ve gone that way, I have to make sure I’m doing what I can to stay sane. Maybe some of that is on me, and that’s fine, but one has to wonder when people who trusted you don’t any longer things may be a problem.

It’s not all bad, but the bad is pretty stinking bad. My hope is it’ll get better if I hang in.

Anyway, I’m off. Hopefully ideas and thoughts burble up and I can continue to use this blog to babble about traveling. Watch this space!

Travel on, road warrior.



Kids these days

Hello, from the other side! The other side being a couple of weeks off where I’ve gotten solid sleep. My Fitbit tracker is like, “wow! You’ve been sleeping so good and your resting heart rate is lower than normal!!” I know, Fitbit, I know. It’s surprising what 7-8 hours of sleep will do for your outlook on life. Unfortunately, it hasn’t stopped me from getting the flu.  I’m staying in for the next few days and making friends with Tamiflu and Airborne.

My trip to England is in 6 days so I gotta perk up. I can’t spend my vacation sick!

In other news I know where I’m going to be from April until October. After spending the last few weeks scrambling for a class that I needed, I got two contracts lined up. One to some place new, and the other to some place old and familiar. I’ll let you know next time, promise. I wanted to discuss something else first.


So I saw this. I had thoughts. I won’t speak directly to this piece, but to something else semi-related.

One of things things you may have noticed about your parents or your grandparents is that the older they’ve gotten, the more conservative they’ve become. Maybe not conservative in every way, but in some things they’ve more reserved.  Maybe it’s in their thinking, or with their money, or in the things they’d been okay with in the past.

It’s a conversation I’ve had with my mother. She’ll start with, “kids these days…” I stop her and say, but weren’t you doing this, this, and this when you were that age? She tries to come back with how different the kids are now. I can agree on one hand, but when you think about the issues facing kids these days can you really blame them for how they adapted?

Bottom line, the issues may be different, but “kids these days” react the same as kids in the past. Honestly, we’re still protesting rights, equality, fairness, and being humane. That’s same old, same old.

You protested in the past and you’re critizing the kids protesting now? When did you become your parents? Or the current politicians no one likes? When did the generation behind you standing for issues they don’t like suddenly become distasteful or counter the things you stood up for in the past?

Kids these days. I always think statements like that are ridiculous. You treat the generation behind you as though they aren’t competent, as though they can accomplish little. Didn’t you get things done? Why can’t they? What you fail to realize is the things you do (policies, technology, attitudes) shape them. They are the product of you. You have to bear ownership for “kids these days”. You broke it so you’ve now bought it. If you hate the things they’ve done or are doing, ask how you’re responsible for it.

I could launch into a conversation about legacy. What are you leaving your children? We don’t live in a vacuum. The stream you dirty may not look so gross now, but it will for your grandkids (or children depending on how fast it’s polluted). So what are you leaving behind?

All I’m asking is that you listen to yourself talk and then think about who you were in the past. Everything isn’t all wrong just because it’s didfernt from how you did things.

I guess I soapbox-ed a little. Forgive me, but some things are worth discussing. We all need to do better, myself included.

So, next up for me is a month in England. I’ll not promise to post regularly, but I’ll make an effort to update when I can. Be kind where you can, folks, the world needs a little kindness right now.

Travel on, road warrior.


Team Player

Come one, come all. Settle in for your weekly bit of traveling nursing fluff to carry you into the next week. Frankly, and I’m surprised no one else realizes this, everything I post here are my general musings and things I think on or need to remember. I’m always trying to learn all I can to make navigating this travel life, life in general really, better. As you can tell, I manage it better some days and others I’m falling woefully short on the being a decent person bit.

In that same vein (and before I jump into my post), I try not to remark on the world at large because I’m all about sunshine and light here. Okay, I’m really about vacations and good food, same difference. It’s worth noting that being good to each other is an edict not taken very seriously. I find people are more interested in proving a point or being right as opposed to helping each other and building each other up. How far does being right get you in the end? Oh, you’ve succeeded in getting your point across, but have you lost the overall goal of drawing someone to your way of thinking? The writerly advice of showing and not telling (or beating someone to death with it) may offer a better approach.

But on to what you came here for…

My post itself is on the idea of being a team player, but maybe not quite in the way you’re imagining.

Recently, I was asked if I was free to come in to work. I said no at the time because I wasn’t. As many of you may realize, days off are a commodity to be hoarded with everything you have. Nurses are notorious for working their hours a week and then coming in because the floor has exploded and every pregnant woman in the area has decided to have their baby (or whatever your specialty equivalent is).

I was mentioning it to me mother, the saying no portion, and this is what she said.

“I guess you’re not a team player today.”

*record screech*

And then her head spun around on her shoulders and she exploded in a rage

Here’s why I don’t think the fair to use this phrase in conjunction with any nurse ever.

Nurses are carers and givers by nature. You can’t do this for any length of time unless your desire is to help people. Money won’t keep you because we don’t make enough for what we do.

We come in time and time again, at the expense of our wellbeing. If you work a night shift, you know that first day off isn’t really a day off. You’re a zombie. For instance yesterday, I had 2-3 hours of sleep post-work and woke up with zero desire to do anything. I don’t know how you people with kids manage. I literally laid in bed for hours after I opened my eyes debating what to have for dinner because cooking wasn’t an option. It’s hard to then think about coming in on your first full day off when you know it’s the only day you’re fully functioning before you have to go back to work again.

So we always come in when we’re asked, but it’s typically short on the floor. The nursing shortage is a known fact, and yet the expectation is that you’ve always worked short so if you’re a good unit you’ll pull together and find a way to make it work. It means working odd shifts, coming in on your day off for overtime, working unheard of hours of overtime to cover, and begging your coworkers to come in.

Why? Because you’re a team player. Be a team player


When I’m at work, I give 100% of myself to my job. I’m here to help my coworkers, the providers, and care for my patients. Every travel assignment gets my all because I’m a nurse no matter where I am, and good care matters to me. But this be a team player bit has real consequences. People get burnt out, retire, or leave the bedside because they’re tired of always giving everything to the hospital without anything much to show for it. You’re not getting time off or away to revive yourself so you start to hate it.

Days off, distance, and balance matter. Don’t let anyone use the ‘be a team player’ gambit to shame you into giving up your days off. Its wrong and we need to stop it before we lose more good people. I will never be upset if you tell me you can’t come in extra. It’s your day off so enjoy it.

Self-preservation. Mental maintenance. Self-care. Call it what you’d like here, but honor it just the same.

So… there’s my rant for the week.

In other news, it’s NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. I’m trying to write a bit as I haven’t participated in a long while. I may even post a story here next week to give you something other than travel nursing anecdotes. Also on the docket is another comic con, this time in Rhode Island. I’m only going one day, but because I’m me, I’ve added a Rhode Island food tour in the mix. Exciting times here, folks.

Stay safe, stay warm, stay dry, and stay kind.

Travel on, road warrior.

Mitigating and Managing

Hello and welcome to the circus!

Seems wrong to call life a circus, but at times it feels like I have no idea what’s happening next (in my immediate sphere or outside of it) and how I’ll react to it. Maybe gasps. Maybe cheers of excitement. Or crying hysterically. Apt, don’t you think?

Well, in assignment news, a decision has finally been handed down. I won’t say too much until I’ve signed my contract because in this circus, the act can change in an instant. Just know I’m glad to finally have something done with 4 shifts left in this current assignment. It took a lot of reminding that things weren’t out of control just because I didn’t know what was happening next.

Now that I know I can move on to more exciting things. I’ve got a couple big trips lined up on my 3 weeks off. Both trips I’m very excited about for vastly different reasons, but excited nonetheless. One I’ll tell you about next week (travel nurse conference) and the other I’ll spring on you last minute as I’m trying to keep other parties calm on that front.

Thinking about my second upcoming trip makes me think on ways I mitigate and manage things in my life. We all have people, jobs, forces in our lives that we try keeping calm and juggling around.

I have a tendency to be majorly influenced by those who rotate in my orbit. It’s something I hate and appreciate. Appreciate because I have people whose opinions I value a lot. Hate because if they disagree with something I’m planning on doing, I can’t always shake off their strong opinion. Is it my decision not to do this or am I being influenced too heavily by someone? And how do I manage when said strong opinion becomes upset that I didn’t heed their advice? It’s been a life long struggle of mine to find the balance.

Mitigation and management come in handy not just in those moments in my life (it’s better to ask for forgivensss than permission by the way), but in work.

Negotiating pay packages. Advocating for patients. Dealing with bonehead doctors. Trying to figure out changes in insurance. Or why my HelloFresh box was randomly canceled. All things that require the ability to explain what you need, see the best solution to the problem, smooth ruffled feathers, and get the best for both parties if possible. While not screaming like a crazy lady

It’s not always possible to come to a solution that pleases everyone. Someone is going to walk away unhappy no matter how you try appease or conjole. But… I hope to have left the situation having handled it to the best of my ability

The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing 

from Proverbs 12:18 NIV

Frankly, my mouth gets the best of me. I’m trying to be levelheaded and calm because that’s what the situation requires, but the moment I’m affronted, cooler heads don’t always prevail. 🙈 Hey! Im trying to do better, be better, act better, but the tongue is a sword for a reason.

I need to heed the lessons I speak into this space. That means actually watching my mouth and trying to grant dignity to others. I just need to remember to not do those things at my personal expense. Sacrifice is important, but I tend to give more than I should to others. Balance.

Life is a circus. I’m trying to tight rope walk/juggle/clown car my way through it. Aren’t we all though?

As always, let’s all try to do better, shall we? I’ll lift you up a little and you extend the same arm to me until we manage to get there.

Until next time.

Travel on, road warrior.

The End

Sorry for the radio silence over the last few months. As time has ticked by from week one to week 17 of this last stint, I think I have a great idea for something to say, but then life would get away from me. In the end, what started out as something I wasn’t so sure about ended up being an assignment that I found enjoyable. Having not worked with the demographic common to my home state in a long time, it was good to be closer to home and get reacquainted with the issues of Appalachia.

But being done, the approaching end of the year, and life in general has had me thinking of ending.

Things always end. Always. The recent death of someone I knew drove home how sudden the end can come. Life is finite in ways I forget until confronted with death. How we don’t consider meeting our maker until we are step out of this life into the next. It makes me take account of how I’ve led my life so far. 32 years is long enough to make mistakes, have regrets, have great accomplishments, and joys. What can I say about myself in the end?

On a less morbid note…

I talk often about leaving a legacy. Even if I never return to a place I’ve worked at, I hope I leave behind the impression of a person who works hard. More than that, I hope I leave the idea of kindness in some form. I admit I gripe at work, but I hope my attitude with my patients and coworkers overall is one of helpfulness and giving.

There’s joy and sorrow in endings, but life continues on even in the midst of both emotions. 2016 (a not so fun year) will end. It’ll usher in a new beginning with its ending. It’ll have left its mark, for good and bad.

Remember me fondly even when my mistakes are unearthed. Remember my care, my compassion, my concern, my humor, and my smile. When I’m gone, remember those things because that’ll be all I can leave behind.

On to new beginnings. San Jose after the New Years! Too soon to be worried about anything except vacation.  I’ll try blogging a little more often now. Until then, thinking on your legacy.

The Canea C Family Birth Center

I’m ready to start at the new place, which means I made it safely to Massachusetts after a few minor mishaps. One of which included losing my wallet at the welcome center clear on the other side of Connecticut. But prayer is a pretty miraculous thing because not long after my fruitless searching, someone called saying they found it and would mail it home. Yay!

Starting at the new place also means it’s orientation time again. Seriously, after 3 years, I’ve sat through so many orientations I could run them myself. I stand by my theory that every orientation is the same. “We’re a great hospital, you should feel privileged to work here, listen to all the important people talk”, times two days. I’m just hoping I get a free voucher for the cafeteria. I’m also hoping for no surprise tests and coworkers who treat me well. Fingers crossed.

With the start of orientation, I always think about floor set up. What’s my ideal hospital? Aside from one that treats nurses like they are the backbone of the system and includes them in decisions? Well, when I inherit a windfall of money, purchase an LDRP floor, have it dedicated to me, and design it how I see fit, this is what I’m imagining. Picture it!

The Canea C Famil Birth Center or the CCFBC for short.

My ideal floor would be situated so the nurses can actually navigate the floor and not run down multiple corridors in the event of a staff emergencies. I already walk 5 miles at work, there ain’t no need to add 5 more miles to that because the floors are the length of a football field.

Pods would be acceptable with desks at each one, but i require a better central monitoring system so everyone can see on large screen when patients are having decels. And on the topic of monitoring systems, I need one that’s actually user friendly. What’s that mean? Stop with multiple tabs, charting in a bazillion places, and clicking around forever to find the box or test I need. Lab results should be easy to locate and print. Everything should flow over. Labs, vitals, doctors notes. I shouldn’t have to hunt for that consult. In other words, I need to you actually consult the nurses who work the floor on how to set up the computer system and I shouldn’t have to retype vitals signs so many darn places

I want tub rooms and a home like set up for those who want a natural birthing experience, with the ability to quickly transfer patients to traditional hospital set ups if necessary. I want in house doulas who understand how the hospital works and behaves accordingly. Lobby for your client but meet halfway on how things should go.

What about staffing, acuities, and set up? I don’t think the floor should be split, because patients have the right to remain in the room they’ve delivered on. I believe the staff should be split and rotate. Labor and postpartum. Minimum staffing is 3. Someone to triage/charge, a labor nurse, and a postpartum nurse. Four would be ideal, but I know that’s not feasible in non-ratio mandated states. You staff up as the number of labors increase. You can run two labors if they are early or do two inductions at nights. One becomes active so you hand it to the free nurse, labor/deliver/recover that more active patient, transfer her care to the postpartum nurse, and then take your previous labor back over or open yourself up to assist with triage/take a new patient. The free labor nurse can triage (if needed to help charge), assist with breaks, take postpartum patients. So if you have a scheduled section, an active labor, 2-3 couplets you’d staff 1 for charge, 3 to do labor, 1 to do postpartum = 4. Your section has a buddy in the free nurse, you can have charge be present for immediately after the vaginal delivery (until baby is out and okay) or have your PP nurse second the vaginal if the charge is busy. Everyone gets a turn as postpartum or labor, and you don’t get out of helping!

This means, no gyno patients. It also means you’d increase staffing for the number of labors/couplets. 6 couples is two for postpartum, 3 couplets a piece with them free to take a 4th each. 3 labors is 4 nurses for labor. You’re always one labor nurse over to buddy or take a patient. Anyone in early labor can be doubled if you’re busy and staffing is short.

I want CRNA’s on the floor, rounding for epidurals. They are sooo much easier to work with than regular anesthesiologist. I also want all doctors (OBs and anesthesia, also surgery in some form) present in the morning and at night for board report. So you know who’s a possible c/s, epidural, rapid progresser. Everyone is in the loop.

I want a modified bedside report. Report the brunt at the desk and then go together to greet the patient and examine lines. Off going nurse writes names on the board.

I’d love a better reward system for nurses who excel. Something that really breeds ownership. Meetings that are convenient for all the staff. An opportunity to grow with mentorship programs. New staff orienting to all aspects of obstetrics. Start by making them the second nurse for deliveries so they are more comfortable handling neonates at delivery, progress to monitor reading and caring for laboring patients, then recovery period, lastly postpartum. Then training sessions/ didactic that fills in the learning gaps. Learning PPH, Mag administration, preterm labor, etc.

I also believe that sending staff to training outside the hospital is imperative. AWHONN conferences, Lactation consultant seminars, or whatever educational things would enhance both the nurse and the floor.

And no more than 2-3 groups of doctors with 3 doctors in each group. I don’t have time to figure out who is on and when. Keep that mess simple. Also, more midwives! Good ones who understand practice and their limits. I’d love for there to be a midwife in triage or a OB hospitalist. They’ll be in house at night, available for precipitous deliveries, and just to make it so I don’t have to wake up that doc I dislike talking to all the time. Can I have an in house pedi to attend deliveries when needed??! Yes, I can have that.

Whoa! This got long, didn’t it? But seriously, I could go on and on. And on and on. This is just my quick ruminations of what it would be like if I was ever in charge of anything other than myself. A girl can dream, can’t she?

Here’s to a world where i dream big and get what I want.

Travel on, road warriors

Stop me if I’ve said this: nurses who aren’t satisfied leave

Actually, just go on and let me talk. 

Day 4 of orientation and I’m still processing my feelings about day 2. Day 1 or 2 tends to be the day upper management and administration speaks so you know what was discussed as per the last post. 

Anyway, one thing I got stuck on was JOB OWNERSHIP. 

My loose definition of that is a sense of pride that comes from doing what you do, feeling valued enough in it, that you remain and are retained and produce out of your satisfaction with your work. You promote your business as though you’re the CEO and draw outsiders in because of your love. 

Fancy terms thrown around here are attrition, retention, and recruitment. You hear these terms in hospitals, colleges, big business. Everywhere that numbers play a huge role in the health (and wealth) of an institution. 

So why do people leave? Why do specialized, skilled individuals who went to school specifically to help people leave? It all starts with job satisfaction.

To save myself and you the extra read, check out this article on Why Employees Quit. Go on, I’ll wait. 

That says everything I’d say anyway, but I want to put some emphasis on value. I’ve worked so many jobs and I always think about why I’ve left them. It comes down to value.  My first year out of school I had few coworkers who cared if I sank or swam on a shift. By the subsequent years on OB, I found a family I loved working with, but wasn’t satisfied anymore just working the floor, school followed, and then I started teaching. I left because I felt under appreciated by administration. Yea, the students drove me nuts, but no support and no push to be more burned me out. 

So now I travel and I’ve learned to detect staff dissatisfaction quick. Some of it’s selfish because dissatisfied employees will make terrible coworkers. 

Let me say it again: people who hate their job will not be good team players. 

I don’t have time for that mess so I try creating as much camaraderie as I can. Help me and I’ll help you. But that’s just my own thing. 

They complain about staffing. That the manager won’t come in. What do I hear? No one cares if we put our lives or licenses or patients’ lives in jeopardy. Inadequate staffing sends a message. 

They complain they aren’t valued for their skills. They hear things like “we can train a monkey to do your job.” Comments about people being replaceable send a message. We don’t care about you in your current position. 

Soapbox: First, nursing is a skilled profession and second we suffer from a shortage. You take me with nearly a decade of experience who can hit the ground running or the new grad you have to train. Or you get no one. Pick. But stop treating me as though I’m expendable when I’m not. 

You can tell the satisfaction by the rate of turnover. If you’re losing 14 people in a month and replacing them with 8 you have to train from the beginning, you’re losing. You want to know how you lose? By being forced to spend more money to recruit. Bonuses get people but don’t keep people. You’re also losing knowledge base. It’s your seasoned nurses who leave, leaving brand new nurses with no one to raise them up. 

I could go on, but I won’t. Shoot, I’m not even scratching the surface of what goes into keeping people. Know that employee value is important. Caring about your employees above patient satisfaction is important. If your employees know you care, they will go above and beyond for you. If not, they leave and you’re left with no one to run your business. 

Again, you are valuable. 

Travel on, road warrior. 

What week am I on? 

I believe I’m down to 5.5 weeks? 

Sorry I’ve been super quiet. Between a stretch of shifts, my birthday, and switching back to nights I’m not exactly brimming with things to talk about. 

I’ll just touch on a couple of thoughts quickly. Some are work related and some… Aren’t? 

1. A small mental shift 

I talk to a good friend of mine about once a week. It’s an opportunity to share both spiritually and about the wide variety of topics in the world. I appreciate the depth of our conversations on many levels. Especially when it comes to topics that Christians have a tendency to beat to death and alienate others over. It’s refreshing to my soul. 

Recently, my friend passed along an article about a man with a particular inclination Christians like to crusade against. His issue isn’t what I cared about, but the heart of what he discussed is. He mentioned that when coming to God, He isn’t worried so much about the issue you’d like to get rid of, but about changing our hearts to see our need for Him. The sin is always a manifestation of our trying to do things apart from Him, but the more we change our minds (the more He changes our minds) the less that sin or issue will manifest. 

I’m paraphrasing poorly, but the core of it hit me. I ask constantly for my sins to be removed from me so I’ll stop doing them. God says come closer to me, let me change the heart of you first, the rest is just a reflection of that need. Paul asked for his thorn or affliction to be removed, but God said His power is made perfect in our weakness. Stuff doesn’t just go away, but God is in the heart fixing business and as hearts mend behaviors alter. Will my struggles always be struggles for me? Yes, I believe they will, but that’s okay. Not a license to continue, but an understanding of it not being the root problem. It’s not about the struggle itself anyway, but my heart. I’ll let that get worked on first. 

2. I took a job back home 

Well, kinda…

It may surprise people, but I took an OPT position back home. It’s not uncommon for people to remain per diem at their old perm hospital when they travel, but I gave mine up when I started because… I traveled too much. Only being home between contracts 2 days makes it tough to convince myself to work. 

I realized though, I need a home base work place again. Even though I initially had some anxiety about it (mostly because it feels too permanent. Yes, I know I’m crazy) I realized I needed to do this. You can’t think in what ifs, but my mother is getting older and I know a time will come soon when I’ll need to stop traveling and come home. Being established and having a small amount of roots is important even if it scares me 

Which leads to my next point 

3. I don’t have an assignment yet 

As I’ve mentioned before, I like having my next assignments well in advance. Months in advance actually. This time I’m coming up short. Partly because I need to get in hospital orientation at UHC (5 days. 5. Days. Why? Just… Why??? I’m a former employee. What’s changed in a year?) and because I only want to work 8 weeks. 

I’ve interviewed a few hospitals and altered my plan. Turned a few down and been turned down by a few. Decided to change to 13 weeks which takes me through the new year. With 5 weeks left, an iffy start date because of  orientation, and not even being sure what state I’ll end up at, I’m getting nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am. 

Where will I be next? I’m waiting to hear if Inova will accept 13 weeks, if Martha’s Vineyard will accept my start date, or if someone else better will call. I don’t know and I hate not knowing. 

That’s it for now. Sorry for the unusual radio silence. Life is being life right now and I’m just trying to stay awake to enjoy it. I’ll keep you updated as I figure things out, eh? 

Travel on, road warrior. 

A certain disposition

Well, I’m here. It was a rocky start that threatened to throw the next few weeks in a bad light, but I’m pasting on a grin and thinking of the carefully crafted blogs I will post! Haha. I’m due for a post on nursing and social media, but I wanted to cover a particular topic first.

What kind of disposition do you need to have to be a nurse?

Now this post started far more narrow in my mind. My rough start made me think of the attitude you needed to be a traveler, but a travel nurse is just a regular nurse on the go. I firmly believe you have to have confidence (in yourself and your particular skill set) in order to travel. I’ve talked about it before, but I decided being more general would be better today.

Does nursing require a certain attitude? Do nurses have one personality type in common?

This is an impossible question to answer. If I stand beside a fellow nurse and look at our personalities, I doubt we’d find a ton of commonalities. I’m not sure personality type is a good gauge. Maybe it comes down to willingness, desire, and drive?

Nursing is about caring and caring involves sacrifice. Caring involves stepping into strangers’ lives, seeing their problems (physical/emotional/mental/spiritual)and offering healing.

I’m not good with strangers. At all. I’m usually extremely uncomfortable meeting new people. But… I can step into a patient’s room and do everything I can to make them comfortable. I can overcome my natural aversion in order to help.

What makes that possible? What makes it possible for people who are so different to come together and execute a code or work a delivery or deal with an emergency?

I think I’m asking more questions than offering answers. I think that’s because there is no right answer.

Nursing requires people willing to give, people with a soft voice and a steel spine, people who are smart with an attitude of a lifelong learner, people who are flexible, who know how to be firm as needed, people with a wicked sense of humor.

This is a rough business, the business of nursing. It has a tendency to break the unprepared and wear out the committed. You have to remember why you do this in the moments that make it hard to do so.

And travel nurses? Well, we go where others flee. It’s a regular nurse on speed with commitment issues! I subsist on coffee and constant change personally.

Maybe it is obvious. Do you think a certain personality type is needed to be a nurse?

Coffee and change work for me!

Travel on, road warrior

Not Quite Home

About to board a plane to head to Nantucket. Wasn’t even home 48 hours before I had to turn around and leave again. It was two days of doctor’s appointments and errands so I got to hang out with approximately zero people. I promised myself 2 weeks off after this contract so I could just recuperate, which leads to my next thought…

The more I travel the more I notice that home isn’t really “home” anymore.

West Virginia, the place I’ve lived for 20+ years is home, but it isn’t where I feel comfortable anymore. It’s weird heading to places I know and feeling weird for being there. I’m so used to being a stranger that being in the familiar no longer inspires the same safe feelings in me.

I think that’s the thing with chronic wanderlust and not being able to stay still. I’m much more comfortable being uncomfortable. It’s strange to say that, but being mobile makes me feel stable. Knowing that I’ll be somewhere different in a few months, weeks, or days is exciting to me. It’s normal! If I sleep in my old room a month total in a calendar year, I’ve been home a ton. I’m far more acquainted with hotel beds than my own. I find I like it that way.

Losing that feeling of being comfortable at home is a little sad though. It’s not the same. There’s certain obligations when I’m home that I don’t have when I’m on the road. My relative anonymity and lack of additional expectations adds to traveling’s appeal.

Please don’t misunderstand. I love being home when I am. I love visiting with friends and family, but I don’t feel that same settled feeling others get when they come home. That renewal comes not when I come home, but when I leave. And I’m always leaving.

The road has become my home. The unfamiliar has become familiar. I find comfort in change and being somewhere different. Two years of travel for my job and previous years of traveling for leisure has made me this way. Permanent wanderlust without a cure.

Am I the only traveler with this problem? Surely not! Wanderlust isn’t a single person disease. Come on, admit it, you’re infected, too!


travel on, road warrior.