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Calling All Travelers: Paws for Thought. You Said It. | Travel nursing in Pennsylvania: The heart of Dutch Country
Getting there is half the fun En route to my assignment, which had been arranged through Boca Raton, Florida-based Cross Country TravCorps, I took time to explore my surroundings in greater detail, learning more about the history of Amish, Mennonite, and Brethren communities and appreciating distinctive styles of dress, food, horse-drawn carriages, and deeply religious lifestyles. In my travels, I discovered that Lancaster County was one of many main arteries of the Underground Railroad. With the use of the Susquehanna River in 1804, escaped slaves took refuge in the Bethel AME Baptist Church located in downtown Lancaster. I also explored the outskirts of the city, taking time to visit towns with such quaint and unusual names as Bird-in Hand, Lititz, and Intercourse Village.Three days and many highways later, I located the apartment that my company had reserved for me. The following morning, I surveyed the area, finding the local gas station, supermarket, Wal-Mart, and post office.
Settling in When I started work the next day, a sign on the bulletin board read, "Welcome to our Dialysis Unit, Lila." It currently resides in my scrapbook. I was assigned to the nine-station, acute dialysis setting, working alongside other RNs, one LPN, and a unit technician. We also provided care in the ICU, as well as peritoneal dialysis treatments. Occasionally, outpatient clients were admitted for blood transfusions. A nurse practitioner was available for first rounds on our patients. Afterward, the nephrologists conducted a follow-up review of the clients and signed off on all care performed. My schedule consisted of 8-hour days, with every other weekend off, so I had plenty of time for extracurricular activities. Lancaster's city limits gave me opportunities to expand myself—and not just in the waistline. I joined a supportive writers group that challenged my skills and provided an introduction to different writing styles. Not far from my job, I also discovered the train station that became the setting of my stories. Dark wood, high backbenches, and an empty hallway—that held a lone stranger standing in front of a window—triggered a new way to develop characters, scenes, and storytelling. I learned the beauty of detail in old radiators and carved handrails. Sitting in the draft of an empty station, I was covered with an appreciation of silence. This old building became my refuge and a stimulus for creativity. |
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