Don't Judge Me for My Good Days: Psoriatic-arthritis.com

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  (This was posted Feb 16, 2024 - but I thought it was such a great topic that I wanted to repost it.) Please don't judge me based on my good days. Looks can be deceiving for someone with a chronic illness. What looks like a good day might actually be a good day. Or it might be a good few hours. Or it could be someone doing their best to function through the pain. You don't honestly know what someone is going through, especially when they have lived with the pain for a long time. You'd be surprised how much pain people can learn to smile through. Read the full article at psoriatic-arthritis.com

Why I'm Not Becoming a Nurse

I remember being about three years old and announcing that when I grew up, I wanted to be a doctor. Even as a young child, I thought medicine was absolutely fascinating. Though my title changed from doctor to nurse, I loved the idea of caring for people. I wasn't interested in anatomy as much as I was interested in treatments and procedures. In fact, at the age of ten I could preform virtual heart surgery in forty seconds flat, tell you what IV and PICC stand for (intravenous and peripherally inserted central catheter- I never forgot), and I read medical journals all the time. It was adorable. Also, I thought hospitals were cool. I still think they are.

I always knew I was sick- we didn't have a name for it, but pain doesn't happen for no reason. I liked the idea that I would make sure no one would walk around knowing their sick but getting no answers. I wanted to be that miracle nurse or doctor who never gave up and let their patients suffer. When I was eleven and going through the process of being diagnosed with arthritis and being poked and prodded, I began to feel more strongly about wanting to go into medicine. But it became more of a matter of "I want to relieve the pain and listen to my patients, not do what I want even if it causes more pain." If anything, it was resentment over my doctor and that the medicines weren't working. It was after I changed rheumatologists that I realised medicine probably wasn't for me. It was that year when I began to take art and design classes in school, and I don't regret it. Art is a career that heals, though it's just in a different way.

Sometimes now I still wander back into the idea of being a nurse. I'm still very interested in medicine between reading studies, novels and watching those television dramas that get everything wrong. But frankly I don't think I could handle it. As much as I can separate myself from a book or television, I can't separate myself from real life. I couldn't handle having to write off someone because they "seem healthy." I couldn't handle giving a person a medicine that is supposed to help but makes them ill anyway. I couldn't handle a lot because I've been through it. I'm not saying nurses are bad people- I'm saying their strong because they can do it all. It takes a different kind of person to be a nurse and I can confidently say I'm not one of them. It's too personal for me. Nurses burn out all the time, but I think I've already done so.

Now that I've revealed all that, will people stop ripping me for not wanting a "real career as a nurse?" Anyway I've never heard of a 'fake' career.

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