Indian American Love Child

Last night, I independently administered my first blood transfusion! It felt awesome to remember the protocol, go through all the steps, and execute the procedure with minimal mishaps. I am definitely becoming more confident with my nursing skills. What's better, is that my confidence is not going unrecognized. The other day, I was on the phone with the doctor discussing a patient, and at the end of the phone call he said "I trust your judgment Nandita, if you need anything, call". I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. This well established and well respected doctor trusted my judgment, and I know he wouldn't have said it, unless he meant it. I really have come a long way since I started working as nurse, and there is so much more to go! I remember when I first started, even the thought of catheterizing a patient freaked me out. Now its one of the easiest things I can do all shift. Wound Vacs, starting IV's, multiple antibiotics, G-tu

Today we experienced the first snowfall of the season. I can't honestly say I was happy to see it. Snow usually means winter is around the corner- and that means bitter cold, short days, and messy driving situations. But there are some wonderful things about this season. The following are reasons why I am happy to welcome to this season: 1. The Holidays! This was far more enjoyable when I was younger, and I actually had off for the holidays, but it is still enjoyable none the less. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and one of my favorites- New Years  are magical, fun-filled times of the year. 2. Holiday music. Cheesy, but undeniably delightful. Santa babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy 3. The festive decorations! NYC's fabulous window displays, the grand tree, homes decorated with lights, malls bursting with wreaths and garlands-everything just looks better 4. Pumpkin Pie. Do I really need to say more? 5. The first snowstorm. Also way more enjoyable when I was younger and didn't have to

Pure emotional catharsis starts here: Recently, I met up with someone I once used to date. It was about a year ago when I first met him. At the time, I really liked him.  I honestly opened up my heart to him (and mind you I was a little broken-hearted right before I met him).I gave him my attention, time, and really put myself out there. He, in return, seemed to be about it too. I remember the daily texts, and what seemed to be a genuine interest in my life. At the time things seemed to be good, if not, great. Time, distance, circumstances changed- we remained friends/acquaintances? Nevertheless, every time I met him, I could not help but feel chemistry. Except, this last time when I saw him. There was something off about the whole experience. Maybe because he was out of his comfort zone, maybe because I have been stressed out recently between work, school, etc (and ended up having one too many), maybe the age difference was more transparent. But anyways, I can't lie, I felt a lo