Nomadic Nurse Diaries

August 2, 2024

Dear Homie Who Can Curse My Recruiter,

Grab your favorite beverage and settle in, because today’s tale is about the rollercoaster of emotions I rode while waiting for my travel nurse contract. Spoiler alert: it was a wild ride, and not the fun kind you find at amusement parks. Imagine the teacups, but instead of dizzy joy, it’s more like dizzy frustration.

Picture this: I waited two whole months before I finally got an actual offer in writing. Yes, you read that right—TWO MONTHS! In that time, I changed facilities not once, but twice. It was like being in a relationship with someone who just can’t commit. I felt like I was in a bizarre game of musical chairs, hoping I wouldn’t be left standing when the music stopped.

And let’s talk about the shifts. I was promised either a day shift or an evening/swing shift. But what did I end up with? The dreaded night shift. Yes, folks, I am now officially a night owl. I have visions of myself turning into a vampire, but instead of blood, I’m surviving on copious amounts of coffee.

But here’s a twist in the tale—an unexpected silver lining, if you will. I’m now closer to a major city. Hallelujah! The previous facility was so remote that if you needed an ambulance, you better pack a lunch and bring a book, because it would take an hour to get there. Seriously, a full-time employee actually told me that. I half-expected to see tumbleweeds and hear the distant howling of coyotes.

So, here I am, finally with an offer in hand, settling into my night shifts and exploring the perks of being near a bustling city. There’s something oddly thrilling about this unpredictability. It’s like life is throwing curveballs, and I’m just here, bat in hand, ready to swing.

I’ll keep you posted on my nocturnal adventures and city escapades. Until then, wish me luck as I navigate this topsy-turvy world of travel nursing.

Until next time,
The Nomadic Nurse

Oh, and homie who can curse my recruiter, maybe go easy? At least I’m not out in the boonies.