It’s ruthless, Darwinistic, aggressive, and raw. If you’re not street smart, you’re vulnerable.
And when you’re vulnerable, you’re prey.
I’ve worked with patient’s living in deplorable conditions; I’ve seen mice scamper across floors, cockroaches fall from ceilings, and beds ridden with bed bugs.
I’ve always tried to make the best out of bad situations, but filth isn’t a therapeutic environment nor does it promote healthy lifestyles.
Nevertheless, when you’re a home health nurse in the urban-jungle, you improvise, adapt, and overcome.
If you ever have an opportunity to work the jungle, take it. After you spend a few months driving through alleyways and stomping concrete, you’ll view nursing differently.
When you’re in the field, you’re alone, forced to make life and death decisions based solely on your own judgment.
And you’ll be forced to leave the safety and security of the hospital behind, providing you a crash course in conflict management, conflict avoidance, sociology, psychology, and criminology.
I work high crime areas and wouldn’t want it any other way.
When I get ready for work, I grab my stethoscope, backpack, and don a bullet proof vest.
When I’m in the jungle, I feel alive. If you want a challenge, choose the urban-jungle.