Many of you may not know that “Growing Nurse Debi” actually began in this tiny potting shed in my backyard. At that stressful time when I first became a nurse, my husband Continue reading
Walking with Jesus
On the Saturday of loving a promise keeper.
Early morning garden … new beauty unfolding … promises of new life abundant in the morning’s coolness. Continue reading
When nobody’s looking at you today.
As a nurse, when I step onto that unit in the morning, I know without the slightest bit of doubt that there will be people looking at me that day. Actually, it’s more than that. They won’t just be looking “at” me, they’re going to be looking “to” me, as well. All day long. Continue reading
When you just can’t believe how good today is.
I woke up this morning so much better than yesterday. Yesterday was one of those random sucker-punch days where you absolutely have no idea why you woke up so sick. And then today, for some reason, I have absolutely no idea why I woke up so much better. I seriously cannot figure this Lupus life out. I just can’t. Continue reading
When you think your hands just aren’t doing anything.
As a nursing student, I learned all about the unbelievably complicated physiology involved in every simple movement we make. Truly fascinating stuff. In classic Debi fashion, though, Continue reading
When not very pleasant finally quits.
I saw him watching me in the hallway a few months ago. I smiled at him as I hurried past, busy trying to finish up before shift change. For some reason, I felt compelled to stop and look back at him again. He was still standing there, still smiling. His gaze was knowing. Familiar. And his eyes were twinkling as he watched the recognition struggling within me. Continue reading
When your sleep just gets weird.
You’re lying there and a slow awareness slips in. That pit has enveloped you again. It’s not comfortable here. Nor is it restful. Or healing. At all. This is not that delicious place where you want to stretch and linger as the morning dawns. Continue reading
On nursing and the unrelenting peck of addiction.
I’m a walking contradiction. I’m an extroverted introvert who has an internal compulsion to Continue reading
On moving … even when it hurts so much.
My pain has changed recently. Those world-stopping grinding twists that have spent the last year tormenting random joints have currently lessened in frequency, thanks to a change in my medication. The caveat, though, Continue reading
On seeing what’s in a hole.
So, it’s 4 AM when it begins. It’s my mind. My heart. They’re awake. Both of them. Wide awake. Again. Processing. Remembering. Pondering. Aching. Heavy. Burdened. Continue reading
