"Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
Christopher Poindexter (via tinysongbirds)
twenty-three, oncology nurse, Virginia resident, instagram: brockleigh90
Hoping your Labor Day was as swell as wine- I mean mine!
Walmart will not sell a 23 year old NYQUIL without an ID, despite the fact she’s evidently sick, over 18 years of age, and a registered nurse in her scrubs, her nursing badge in plain sight.
tired of feeling these feelings
and having to deal with feeling these feelings
my sweet nephew for you guys
It’s Tuesday. Just past noon. I’m at work and ready to eat my lunch.
Usually nurses try to coordinate their days so that they can have lunch simultaneously amongst each other. “Ya gonna eat soon?” “What time ya thinking you’ll go to lunch?” “Can I lend you a hand so you can eat with the rest of us?” “Just let me grab these vitals - I’ll meet you there in five.”
Though intentions are swell, I’d like to think of lunch time as me time - a time to rest my feet and organize my thoughts. Usually 10-20 minutes if I’m lucky to shovel down food, reflect on what I’ve done so far, and plan the rest of my day.
If I happen to walk into the classroom to eat and others are there, cool. It’s not like I dislike any of the other nurses or care partners I work with. They’re all real nice. But if not and the classroom’s empty, I’m secretly relieved. I won’t have to talk. I can just think, or choose to not think about what everyone around me would be saying.
So when I walked into the classroom to eat my lunch that Tuesday afternoon, it was empty. I was relieved. UNTIL
The nurse clinician on our floor walked in. First thought: ‘Okay, she doesn’t have food. We won’t have to sit here and eat our lunches in silence and I feel obliged to make lengthy conversation. Maybe she’s just grabbing something or checking the bulletin board for some kind of reminder.’
"Brittany! Just the person I’ve been meaning to talk to!"
*GULP* Okay.. just breathe Brittany…
"I’ve got a question for you - how do you feel about precepting one of the nurse externs this fall?"
I realized as her eyes got big as she looked back at me, I must have failed to hide the shock and anxiety I felt in that moment. I’m sure my silence probably threw her in for a loop too.
Ultimately it came down to her feeling like I was ready, and I feeling obligated to accept. She explained that precepting was kind of the next step in leadership development. Who am I to rock the confidence management apparently has in me?
She comforts me, thanks me, and leaves.
I’m thinking Fall, okay, I’ve got time to prepare.
The next day, my student’s walking up to meet me towards the end of my shift on the floor - cheerful, eager and wanting to begin with me Sunday. This. Sunday.
Not only is she older than me, but she’s earned a previous degree in journalism. After talking with her, she seems really nice and smart. I’m getting more excited about working with her, but I’m also scared I’ll let her down.
Maybe I won’t know enough. Maybe she’ll ask to switch preceptors. What if she overwhelms me with questions I don’t know? What if I mess up something big?
Sometimes it’s just easier for me to jump to the worst case scenario. I wish it wasn’t that way
Hard to believe he’s only 16.
He called me from my mom’s driveway and told me to hurry outside. I walk out a minute later and he yells from the family’s open minivan window, ‘aw Britt! You missed it! Happy by Pharrell was on! I had it blaring! I got the job at CVS!!’
I can’t remember if I was as excited as he was when I got my first job, at about the same age, at Food Lion.
I’ve never had more fun cleaning around the house in my life. #danceparty #shakethatbroom
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Nickname: britty, brocky, brockleigh
Birthday: September 15th
Height: 5’4 1/2?
Time Zone: Eastern
What time and date is it there: 9:15 pm, August 25th
Average hours of sleep I get each night: 6-7
The last thing I Googled was: a number that’s called me twice today. Turns out it’s the venue I submitted an inquiry form to yesterday that Michael and I are very interested in going to visit. Way to go Brittany. Way. To. Go.
My most used phrase(s): oops, drat, I love you
First word that comes to mind: chipped
What I last said to a family member: ”you’re welcome, love you”
One place that makes me happy & why: the beach, because of how peaceful it is and how relaxed I feel there
How many blankets I sleep under: two and a sheet, the same blankets I’ve used for years and Michael still gives me a hard time about having to use every night
Favourite beverage(s): diet coke, water, hot tea & beer. I LOVE diet barq’s root beer, but the only place I can ever get it is freaking five guys
The last movie I watched in the cinema: BABY ROOOOT!
Three things I can’t live without: queso, pj’s, phone camera
Something I plan on learning: parenthood
A piece of advice for all my followers: remember why you started; take time to reflect on one thing you did great every day
You all have to listen to this song: Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder. Michael got me hooked. I felt invincible listening to it on the way to work one early, dark and initially unmotivated morning. Amped my mood right up.
My blog(s): Tumblr’s my one and only. I had another tumblr blog I previously posted on before but get this, I’m having a brain fart and can’t remember my url. This is gonna really bug me.
I tag anyone that’s interested in answering these questions, too!