About Me

Jeanette Taylor RN

Grew up all over Indiana and Michigan. Mom was an RN, Dad was in Management. So I guess it was in my jeans to be an RN.

Had my oldest son at the age of 18 (just after my 18th birthday) and made the mistake of marrying a man I did not love. Got divorced in 1990 or 1991 (see just how unimportant it was to me). Fought for and won custody of my son.

Met the man of my dreams in March of 1992. Got pregnant shortly thereafter, was married to the most intellegent, wonferful man in January of 1993. In March of 1993 had our first child together, a little girl (1st girl in my husband family for many generations).

Then in 1995 we decided to try to have one more child. We finally gave up, and wouldn't you know it I became pregnant shortly thereafter for our youngest son. He was born in 1996.

In 1997 my husbands mom was very sick and dying from breast cancer. As luck would have it, my grandparents house was for sale back in Indiana. So we moved back into the house I have known as "grandmas house" since childhood.

In 2000 I was offered a position in phlebotomy at Arnett Clinic. After being a housewife for several years I decided it was time to make a living. I was there only a short period of time, but developed my skills very quickly and was quite a good vampire while I was there. It was at this time that I realized my true calling was in nursing.

I started my prereqs at Ivy Tech State College in Lafayette Indiana. Went through A & P, and 2 psych courses as well as algebra. Math has never been my thing and St. Elizabeth is where my mom graduated from, and they didn't require math as a prereq. So I transferred to St. Elizabeth in Aug of 2002.

After all my trials and tribulations of first year I thought, there's just no way I can do this. But I had a very caring instructor who would NOT let me fail, fail my family, fail the class, fail myself. She pushed and I pulled and I made it through first year.

Second year was of course harder, but more nursey like than the first. We had done clinicals in first year but clinicals in second year were more daunting and difficult. But despite growing anxiety and anti-depressant medications I persivered and passed second year.

My third year was the hardest as far as classwork and such. I was still in the honor council as well as doing my community service. I got my first 'C' in my third year. I didn't fail but I was very close - well in my book very close. I had 80.4%.

My senior year, that was the hardest mentally. During my senior year my grandfather (whose house I now live in) became sick. It turned out he had gastroparesis d/t diabetes. Actually we recently found another name for it, but I can't think of what it is. Apparently it is related to the xyprexa he was taking for a couple of years.

Also in my senior year, just before my synthesis 1 finals (the second to last class of nursing school) my nieces were involved in a serious car accident. My youngest niece was killed. It was stupidity that killed her. Her boyfriend was driving at speeds in excess of 140 MPH over a hill he knew would make them airborn. In fact that was his intent was to go airborn in an effort to show off his new car. He went airborn alright, 150 yards and into a tree 10 ft in the air. My youngest niece was ejected from the car and died on impact. My older neice who was sitting in the back seat sustained cervical and thorasic spine fractures, an ocular fracture, elbow fracture, ankle fracture. She was just broken all over but alive. My youngest niece had been raped the year before, but had kept the child. This baby was now just over 1 year old. Wouldn't you know it, the bastard that did this 'showing off' barely got a scratch, and was able to walk free for 9 months after he killed my niece. He was picked up finally Monday November 14th of last year for reckless homicide. Bout TIME!

Anyway - after all of that I still managed to graduate May 13th 2005 from St. Elizabeth School of nursing. It was a proud day for my family and I. I got to share a poem that I wrote for my grandpa and my niece at the graduation. We also played a memorial video for all the family members that were lost during our education. It was very moving. The song that was sang was "I hope you dance" by Martina McBride. Now most people know I'm not a big country music listener, but this was fitting for the occasion.

After graduation I worked at White County Hospital in OB. I worked there for 3 months to the day. I didn't feel I was comfortable there so I moved on.

I started in Sept at 4PCW in Home hospital. All was well until I switched to nights, and once there I never got well for the entire 3 months I spent there. Towards the end, I noticed a fair amount of backstabbing, I decided that I was not comfortable in the environment where people will lie about you just to get your goat. So I got theirs, I left.

Prior to leaving, I came across another position completely by accident. It was at a doctors office, and as cute as the story is, I am not going to repeat it here for sake of space. I now work full time at a doctors office who integrates traditional medicine with complimentary therapies (right up my alley)

Oh I didn't mention that prior to even starting nursing school is how I came across Reiki. I am also a Holistic Health Practitioner. I am attuned to Kundalini, Imara, and Usui Reiki (Master/Teacher), Chakra therapy, crystal therapy, some herbal therapy. My favorite is Reiki. I am seeing FINALLY an ability to use it in my career! At the doctors office.

My future goals in life is to get in a RN - MSN program and become a Family Nurse Practitioner. My original goal was in womens health. I'm not sure I have completely strayed from that. But for now the goal is FNP.

I have summed up my life in a nutshell. And how fitting that nutshell is :)