Like good nursing students we nodded and collected the supplies; a razor, the electric razor holder (so that's probably not the technical name but go with me!), prep cleansing pads, and a towel. My buddy looked at me and said "rock, paper, scissor for who gets to shave the groin?"
I replied with a "well that seems fair enough, BUT how about each tackle one side?" I was NOT about to lose and shave the whole groin myself haha. When I signed up for nursing school I knew there would be gross tasks, moments where I would have to act professional when inside all I wanted to do was run in the other direction and cry or laugh, skills that would scare me, and a whole lot of body parts that you once were taught to be "private." Well I'm here to tell you that for me nothing is private anymore.
However, modesty is key when preforming any kind of procedure on a patient. I am especially aware of this when dealing with a male patient. I wonder what it's like for the guy to be laying there as two young female nurses get awfully close to his privates with a razor. I kind of felt bad for the guy. Nontheless it had to be done. So I got my professional face on, explained to the man what we would be doing, and got my shave on (not with a girly Venus razor like the one pictured above of course!, we used an electric razor the hospital keeps on hand for these very moments.) Being that it was the first time that I had to shave someone's groin I wasn't exactly sure what areas needed to be cleared of hair so unfortunately my buddy and I had to go BACK in and clean the area up some after talking with my instructor. He informed us that the design was "like boxer shorts with a mohawk." I felt really bad for the patient. He was a trooper though and just closed his eyes and tuned us out. Can't say I blamed him.
Well, that was an experience that I could mark off on my check off sheet but I was not looking forward to doing again anytime soon and wouldn't you know I would get MORE practice because...count them... TWO more patients were going to the cath lab that day. Again like good little nursing students we got the supplies together for each and tackled them one at a time. Needless-to-say we were pros by the end of the day. Seriously.
Sometimes I think nursing is a profession for those who don't know exactly what they want to be. You get a little bit of everything and a few Fridays ago I got to be groomer/cosmetologist. Not sure I'm very qualified for the job but it was the task at hand so I did it.
Lately I've been wrestling with God persay. I feel like I'm distant and want more for my life but I'm not quite sure how to get there. I picked up Forgotten God by Francis Chan (like I have time to leisurely read) and began reading. I cannot do justice for how great the book is so pick up a copy and get your read on. Anyways, the thing I am working through right now is being sensitive to the Holy Spirit's call on my life. I'm learning its not necessarily "a ten-year-from-now" type calling but rather a day-to-day calling. What does He want from me TODAY? Who does He want me to love TODAY? Etcetera. Today is all we're promised anyways right? Who knows what He will ask me to do, all I know is that He will enable me and I should follow like a good little "Christ student" (we are suppose to be learning to be more Christ-like everyday aren't we?).
Something a nursing professor said the first week of class sophomore year was that "God doesn't call the prepared, He prepares the called."
So I will take it one day at a time; one "task" at a time, even if it's unfamiliar, uncomfortable or gross.
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