So I’ve graduated- how adult-like. Working full time, benefits and all. But is working all it’s cracked up to be? Some days, yes. Some days I love nursing. I love the chaos and the different kinds of people you help and work with. I love the ability to help but then the days, like yesterday with patients screaming and cussing out of their room, throwing garbage around, staggering around the hallways with scraggly clothes and hair and screaming at whoever listens…denying care and angry at it all….those days I wonder- what have I got myself into? I guess we are called to care for those who aren’t the friendliest, cleanest, nicest…but some days it just gets to you.