I didn’t really want to be a nurse. In fact, I used to curse my mother for pushing me towards an accelerated nursing program. I disliked the courses and struggled through Chemistry, Pathophysiology and Pharmacology.
While I didn’t exactly know ‘what I wanted to be when I grew up’, the four women who stood in the living room of my senior year college apartment sure filled in the blanks for me.
Even though I despised hospitals and felt totally uncomfortable around sick people, my mother, two new roommates and one of their moms (a nursing instructor at my university) planned my entire life for me that hot and humid move-in day. Continue reading