So here’s what I’m thinking about today: garage door openers. Suddenly Continue reading
fibromyalgia
When poopers lurk in the bathroom.
I was smack dab in the middle of 5 years of nonstop nursing school. Or rather 5 years of nonstop frantically-trying-not-to-drown-from-the-pressure-because-they’re-cramming-so-much-into-your-head-that-it-feels-like-you’re-drinking-from-a-firehose-that-never-turns-off. And it won’t stop until you pass your boards. That’s exactly the place where I was that day.
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When you just need a little nudge forward.
Today’s groan is not so much about the pain, as the weariness. That bizarre resistance I feel when I get up some mornings – where every movement I make carries a heaviness, as if I’m walking through chest-deep water.
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On letting you know just where I’ve been.
I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. I’d like to say that the events of the last few months have just left me speechless, but those who know me best will know right away that this is a lie. Debi is never without words. Truly.
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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 feeling what no one can see. Until someone does.
My recliner view.
There it was again. That look. A person walking towards you innocently glances your way as they pass by. But then you see that very subtle little double-take, their eyes lingering on you just a bit too long to be natural. Or comfortable. Continue reading
Growing Nurse Debi 