This photograph is of me as a young nurse taken around 1986 when I was around 26 years old.
It was in an era when we wore more traditional uniforms and caps. I was a staff nurse working on a Special Care Baby Unit. It was a time when I really loved my job, everything about it was fabulous. I never wanted to miss a day at work and would change shifts or stay late at a drop of a hat. I was so dedicated.
Don’t get me wrong I remained dedicated throughout my 38 years career but conditions changed and also I became weary. Added to this the menopausal brain fuzz meant I was not as mentally sharp as I wanted to be. This was one of the most important issues that influenced my decision to take early retirement.
Those of us who are old enough to have worn caps will admit to having loved them and would wear them again. There was a formality about status and rank then. The stripes on your cap reflected your seniority and status. There was nothing better than gaining another stripe after completing another complete years training or earning a promotion. It was your badge of honour.
I could write many posts about my life as a nurse and no doubt I will. This one is just about this snapshot in my career. Very happy memories of hard work, comradeship and having the privilege to look after sick newborns and helping their families out in difficult times.
I love looking back at old photographs do you? Than you for dropping by.
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