What kind of love is this?? I mean, seriously.
Continue readingWhen all you can say is Hallelujah.
encouragement
On what’s in that hole.
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
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On hoarder bonding, helping people feel better, and holding tight to a lap full of squish.
I was cancelled from my shift at the hospital the other day. I know, it’s a little crazy to think that nurses would actually be turned away right now when all we’re hearing about are the nonstop reports of the impending invasion of COVID-19.
Continue readingSharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When it’s a tad chilly in Orlando.
Pocono kitchen view.
What perfect weather to tell you about Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On nurse grabbing and surviving those belly laugh days.
One thing I love about nursing is the autonomy. Although we obviously have to work within certain Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On getting what you never asked for.
As we rush around today trying to make the wishes Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On muffin dates and eyeballing that shadow in the back corner.
It always starts the same way. With a silly grin, Ruby Wren takes my hand, we walk through the big sliding doors together, and she starts saying, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On signs, symptoms, and pain control.
“Pain is what the patient says it is.” These words are first spoken to us very early Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On multi-tasking and rising above.
Nurse Debi is enjoying some much-needed stillness this morning after the insanity of another shift at the hospital. Even after all these years of practice, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On hoping for sometimes.
I usually feel it first behind my right eye. I suppose it could be described as an ominous little nag of ache on the back of my eyeball when I blink. Continue reading
Growing Nurse Debi 