Why I Became a Nurse (Peculiarities of National Psychiatry, Part 2)
Natalia remembered again and again - " Why did I become a nurse ?" Here's why.
In the already distant Soviet times, a girl lived in a small but significant northern city for the country. Positive in all respects. Excellence and activist. She dreamed of a career as a translator, adored foreign languages. Having fallen in love with English and in absentia with the whole of Great Britain, she was happy to do her homework in a foreign language for herself and for others. Avidly read Carroll, Dickens, Jerome, Scott.
And then fate somehow turned out that I had to part with the dream. Left MSU. To any faculty where exams are like at school. The main thing is that in Moscow - the crystal childhood dream - in my father's homeland. “That's right, there are no universities closer and simpler,” almost everyone around them was ironic.
After the expected failure, the thought arose: you can’t jump at random, you need to look for yourself, since your hands didn’t reach at school. In the directory for applicants to universities, all the pages were flipped in order to find some kind of response to the profile of the institution and the future specialty. And the answer was found. Medical Institute! “Yes, medicine is mine!” - so Natasha decided and left for her hometown to prepare for exams for admission next year.
And at home, my mother suggested: “Enter a medical school here. If you graduate, it will be easier for you to go to college.” On the last day of accepting documents on the basis of secondary education, the administrator of the admission committee first made a lean physiognomy, and then, looking at the certificate, for some reason obsequiously said: “We accept you without exams!”
The study and practice were interesting, the sessions were easy. Time flew by quickly, the dream of a medical career was now tenderly cherished and reinforced by studying textbooks. However, by the end of the school, Natasha's age demanded love, marriage and the birth of a child. Well, I urgently wanted to. What an institution!
“Nothing, a nurse is a good specialty, female. Always warm, in good, in a little white dressing gown, the main thing. And the family is also the main thing, ”my mother said.
“Well, a little white robe is often not quite white, but contaminated with all possible human biological fluids. But by and large, mom is right, ”Natasha thought so, having practiced enough and lost all illusions about her education.
I decided to be just a nurse, just a wife and just a mother. For many years she succeeded in all this.
(According to the materials of the magazine "Senior Nurse" ©)
