I Bid Adieu
After (exactly) eighteen months, i took my last report, did may last discharge and admission, reported to my supervisor, cleaned my patient, and handed over to the night shift.
September 5, 2008 marked the last day of my job with Elmhurst Hospital. I admit, it was rather bittersweet. I wanted leave rather quietly, told only a handful of people that I had rendered in my resignation and told them to please not tell everyone. Until, our unit supervisor decided to write on the final scheule, next my name (instead of leaving it blank), RESIGNED. Inquiries started, I tried to dodge questions until the week of.
Wednesday, the 3rd, the evening staff threw a "surprise" farewell party for me. (unfortunately, i have no pictures to show!!). I don't know how, but I guess it's only my sister who could pull a real surprise for me. I knew, I suspected, that there are things going on. I didn't want to go, but Horacio had made me. It was nice, I felt special....
Thursday came, farewell and well wishes poured in... it was nice.
Friday came, as a final gesture, I made cupcakes for the supervisors who had been there for me through all the stressful times in the unit, and for the staff. The unit supervisor and head nurse got me a cake and wished me well few hours into the shift. I had to discharge five patients, so I didn't have the time to let it all sink in, I still have work to do. The day went by quietly, thank God. For a Friday, the floor was quiet. Not much admission, by ten o'clock, my partner and I were done for the day. Patient's were cleaned and resting comfortably in bed. Most nurses where in the station chatting... and more well wishes were said. (It would have been a great time to take pictures with them... but I totally forgot!!)
11 pm crept in... the night nurses (slowly) started to trinkle in. I got a call from my mommy-poo and had told me not to leave before seeing her. As she came in the unit, she had brought me a plant. I gave my final report and said my good-byes.
I left the unit feeling sad yet a whole lighter.
Leaving felt kind of weird in a way, but fulfilling in another. Supervisors had nothing but nice words to say to me, the feedback that I have gotten from my peers had boost my ego. I really didn't know how I was doing as a nurse and co-worker until day I left. Somehow, I felt bad having to leave my patients. As I said good night to them, I prayed that someone would be able to give them the smile and care for them as much as I have.
Now, I could say that I have left a footprint in my unit and have made a difference. I pray, as I go on my path, with His bleassings, that I continue making a difference in people's lives



