Student nurse Claire Aubrey realises nursing is her life
I have no life. It’s ok - do not feel sorry for me. My course is getting me where I want to go. However, I officially have no life.
I have a list of jobs as long as my arm on a daily basis, as well as another list of things I would like to do, if my first list were finished but nursing is everything, day and night. So how do people with children cope? Or part time jobs? Or a hobby?
I do not think I have mentioned the fact that my husband is also a student nurse with me. Yes, he is at the same university. Yes, he is in the same class. And yes, everyone finds it highly entertaining and somewhat amusing. However, it means that we live and breathe nursing, all day, every day. Even now he is up late tweaking his assignment and we have both had the same stress over work for the past seven weeks.
Sometimes it is a blessing because it means you always have someone there to empathise with every small detail of your life. You do not have to spend hours explaining who is who and what you mean by this and that. Some of my friends have bemoaned the fact that they can not talk to their partners about their daily endeavours because in some ways it just does not translate. Some feel frustrated that they can not fully appreciate the daily slog and the constant effort required to impress people, be it at university or through an essay or on placement.
Do not get me wrong, I go out walking in the Peaks sometimes, I have a few penpals to keep my Spanish up and I watch the occasional film but it is very difficult to ever move the topic off nursing and even when it is not being spoken about, we will both have that same glint in our eyes that means it is on our minds.
I am not moaning - I am lucky - if I want to spend three days solid writing my assignment I have the freedom to do so. I have no family commitments, no scheduled appointments and no school run, and yet I still feel completely consumed by the study process so how do others divide their time?
With my latest assignment I could see some of my friends heading towards a complete nervous breakdown and I could not help but wonder why this is. It is frightening that the pressure is so immense that men and women of usually sound mind turn to complete gibbering wrecks throughout the course. I can see why so many have talked about the second year blues as by that point, you must feel so drained but with the same again to go that you do not know whether you are coming or going!
I would like to hear others’ opinions on this as I can not believe it is a mere phenomenon at our university.
Perhaps my suggestion would be to remember that it is a supported course and that there is always someone to help you out if you need it. And, if we are all feeling the same way, there must be some comfort in the fact that we are all in it together. And it’s not forever…