Don’t you think it would do humanity some good Continue reading
mental health
From me to that lady at Target.
For some reason, I haven’t told a single person about you. I’m sure it’s a little bit due to embarrassment on my part, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
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 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 ...
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
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On workouts and thank yous.
Ruby Wren … that little hand says it all.
After basically 6 weeks in the hospital, Tommy’s finally home and healing. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On wrestling with that ice-cold bucket of Plan B.
These last few months have been full of accepting unwanted realities. Actually, my last few years have been weighted pretty heavily Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On grumpy simple craving.
Sometimes I really want things to just get easier. I can’t help it. I do. I know I probably seem like a bratty bellyacher even thinking like that, but today … I really can’t seem to help myself. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On letting thieves come in.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. I can’t really attach a name to it other than I just feel quiet. If you look at me from the outside, I can still talk and laugh and function like everybody else. But on the inside … my heart just feels strangely subdued. Muted. Silenced. Hushed. Continue reading
