Once upon a time I almost fell out of a BlackHawk at 200 feet working the internal hoist.
I once jumped through a rain cloud over Greensburg, Indiana from 12 thousand feet.
I once went SCUBA diving every chance I could get.
I once “killed” 6 dismounted infantry soldiers who were on the top of a hill during a battle at the National Training Center…..from the door of a Huey with an AK-47 (MILES Gear).
I moved across the country not once, but 3 times to places I was unsure of, to futures that I could only guess about.
I once responded to 911 calls in Compton, California.
I once was given the call sign, “Crazy Girl” by an F-16 pilot out of affection and admiration for my adventurous spirit.
I need to find that spirit again.
Being a glorified case manager with prescriptive authority in a very large, but very small town isn’t where I belong.
I am indeed paving the way for NPs in my institution, but the politics, red tape, and non-sense is too much. Yes, indeed, there is bureaucracy everywhere, especially at the levels I intend to work at, but the red tape I should be cutting surrounds countries, not midwest hospitals who believe they are better than they really are.
I miss the time when my patients were soldiers, injured training to defend this country.
My path has hit a dead end.
Crazy Girl needs to be resurrected and I need to move in a bigger, more adventurous direction where my impact is the size of a crater, not a pot hole.