Let me introduce myself.  I am by trade a licensed nurse.  I have also most recently worked as an underwriter of health insurance policies as well as underwriter investigation.  Through these jobs I found my real calling.  As a floor nurse I distributed medications as my primary job.  I called myself a drug pusher.  I had little time to care for the sick people that were my patients, but I spent as much time as I could with them.  When a patient goes into the hospital it is my belief that they should be attended to and cared for.  The patients that I saw did not usually get that care.  I loved my patients and they loved me.  I answered the questions that their families asked the best I could or made every effort to get the answers for them.  They always want to know if mom or dad, grandmother or grandfather were okay or what was going on with their care.  I spent the time as best I could to give these answers.  When I came on shift I was usually told that these were difficult families.  One family hit the Code Blue button to get a nurse's attention during the day (I worked at night at the time).  The nursing staff was incensed and the family said they got attention.  I agreed with the family; although, I think pushing the Code Blue button was a bit extreme and is probably not the best way to get attention, but no one would come to the room by using the call button.  I am not condoning hitting the Code Blue button, there is usually a better way.  All they wanted was a little attention and no one would come.  I could tell more stories about my experiences as a nurse.  While I loved the human aspect of the job, I knew that it wasn't my calling.  My next job wasn't any better.  I worked as an underwriter and then underwriter investigator for health insurance policies.  The company that I worked for wanted people with medical experience to do their underwriting. That was a real education and believe it or not I learned more about diseases during that time than I did as a nurse in the hospital.  I actually "saw" more sick people in those eight years than I had seen in the previous eight years working in the hospital.  I spent much of my time reading medical charts.  It wasn't fun and it wasn't pretty, but I made a decent living.  I went home spent and too tired to do anything that required attention.  I was a basket case.  I kept asking for signs that it was time for me to quit my job and I also asked if the job could go away.  Every time I wanted to study something new, the job was in the way.  Finally I had more activities than I had time off coming, so I left my job a year ago on September 30, 2011, to work my dream full time.  Believe me, life has gotten much better.

My dream is to help people.  My dream is to help people get well and stay well or just be well.  I have a great desire to help keep people out of the hospitals and nursing homes.  I don't think they get the care they need and deserve, so I would like to see them not need to go there.  That isn't what this blog is about, but I wanted to share my dream and in part where I have come from. 

This blog is so that we can grow together spiritually.  I will share my experiences or thoughts and guidance and in turn you can grow with me and share with me.  I hope that you will share your thoughts in comments or feel free to contact me at janice @ janicepatricehart.com (minus the spaces).