When you see me rushing off the unit in the evening, it may look like I’m running away from you … and maybe I am. In a way. At least a tiny bit.
On those moments in nursing.
I don’t necessarily think you have to be a nurse to experience these, but that’s when I first started noticing them myself. They’ve been with me through my first five years of practice, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On Turmeric Rice yesterday, but please … not today.
My husband and I went out to dinner last night and I had the most amazing Turmeric Rice. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On the interrupted lunch of a nurse.
As a nurse on a fast-paced telemetry unit, each and every shift is a blur of call lights, monitors, meds, rounding doctors, ringing phones, and endless beeps. There are ECGs to read, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When numbers really don’t matter, yet they do.
Here’s a little update to add to your Happy New Year celebrations: Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
Claw marks on the Merry Christmas Highway.
No one chooses their story. No matter how well we plan, how tightly we control our moments, we really have no idea what our lives will hold. We press forward Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On stepping away from it all.
When Christmas and puny collide.
There wasn’t even a hint of daylight yet, but I was wide awake with an aching body groaning to get out of this bed. I’ve been fighting to remain at “baseline” Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On the moving of my ever-lovin’ cheese.
I went to a meeting recently where the speaker began by saying that we need to keep an open mind. Well, I’ve been Debi long enough to know that Debi just doesn’t do that well. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When it hurts and you’re a little thankful.
There are many aspects of Lupus that I hate. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I do. Continue reading
