I went to see the hospice coordinator this afternoon.
I've been assigned a patient. I've been given her admission paperwork and the psycho-social reports to go over, and I can start visiting her as soon as I want. I'm going on Monday, and I'm taking with me some things that I think she'll like.
This is really happening. All the things that I learned, all the theories, all the ideas...they're all going to be put into practice. I have a patient. The concepts that have been floating around my head are going to become concrete. I will be with her until she either passes away or is discharged (some people actually recover enough to not need hospice care and are discharged from the service).
I have a patient. I'm excited - so much so that I locked my keys in my truck this afternoon! That'll be something to tell her; a story to perhaps cheer her - that someone got so excited about seeing her that they momentarily forgot what they were doing!
I have a patient, and that's all I can tell you. Confidentiality prevents me from saying anything else - I can tell you that I visited her, but I cannot tell you what she said or how the visit went. In fact, the next time I tell you anything about her it will be to tell you that she passed away (or got well enough to be discharged - and I honestly don't think that's going to happen).
I have a patient, and I am happy.