Looking back, I embarked in this journey about a year ago. As my uncle kept on insisting me to pass my application in my current agency, just few weeks after passing my one-year mark at work, I followed him like an obedient niece.
I passed my application around late afternoon sometime in February 2016 and I was scheduled immediately for an interview the next day. There’s quite a number of applicants there are I seemed to be the youngest in the bunch. The NHS Trust that interviewed was based in Wales. I felt confident that I’ll pass since the flow of the interview is quite good and they didn’t interrogate me a lot. Then I came back to Puerto Princesa and continued with my work. I received the news about a week after that I didn’t pass. I felt bad a bit but thought that it isn’t my time yet to be abroad.
A month after, I received another text from my agency that I’m shortlisted for an interview for another Trust. Since I’ll be off duty during those days, I decided to try my luck again. So yeah, I spent money for airfare and 2N3D stay.
I woke up early for interview and went there just before they opened the building but I finished my interview past 1PM. I was quite outraged (internally) since I was one of the earliest humans there but they accommodated those who came late than me.
Well, we had an English and Nursing exams when we entered the holding area in the morning. I wasn’t able to finish the essay that I was writing then. Then I also listed my name for the Surgical Ward category (I’m not into Pedia, and I’m too anxious with the ICU setup) since they told us that we can choose where we want to be.
But heck, the biggest mental breakdown I ever experienced happened during that fateful interview. The getting to know you part is totally easy but when they started asking me about that scenario about a patient with the following symptoms, your objective data, the ECG reading, and meds, my head totally flipped. Bruh, I was screwed! Good thing, their follow-up question was about Chest Drains, so I felt confident again. (Do not underestimate my Lung Center training! 😂) I was able to answer the questions immediately. Yas! Then next was about addressing concerns with your co-nurse, and I was able to answer it correctly.
When I went out, my agency’s staff gave me some pens and I thought that even though I won’t pass, atleast I got some souvenirs. I went home really down. Since I felt that I won’t pass, I decided to buy new scrubs for work (the ones I was wearing are all uncomfortable).
I went back again to work and buried myself in it without thinking of the results. I also had to endure some work problems so I wasn’t expecting some good news .
One night after my PM shift, I checked my emails and found out that I passed! I immediately told Mommy about it and she was really happy.
It took me a while to decide whether to resign in my work or not since I have to dedicate some time for review. I asked for my long-time supervisor’s advice (she handled me since I entered the hospital) before I finalized my decision.
Thinking about those days of uncertainty, life totally moves in mysterious ways. I didn’t plan about this in 2015 but here I am now 🙂 I think I wouldn’t make it without my family’s support and God’s guidance of course. It feels great to share this story after a long time. I’ll post my IELTS and NMC experiences soon 🙂