When it’s Nurses’ Week and you have something important to say.
I was just about to begin my shift one morning when it happened. A weary-eyed night-shift friend of mine came up to me and said, “Debi, I need you to go home tonight and write something that’ll make me want to come back and do this again.”Continue reading
When circles become full, hospitals become home, and you actually land your dream job at 18 years old.
It took me 44 years to finally figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. In high school, everybody else was setting goals and making them happen. Not me. I was just restless. Wrapped up in my music, wrapped up in myself. Continue reading
On something to ponder.
Don’t you think it would do humanity some good Continue reading
When a tired nurse stares up that ramp.
In order to get to my unit from the hospital’s front lobby, you have to ride the elevator to the 5th floor, and then walk up a series of ramps before ultimately reaching the 6th floor telemetry unit. My home, sweet work home. Continue reading
On getting set back.
Setbacks. Ugh. They are impossible little tyrants that pounce on you from out of nowhere. They get in the way. They slow down progress. They actually have the power to just randomly drop in your perfectly normal day and literally stop everything.
Lupus is sneaky. It invades you from the inside out – causing your body to attack itself. It’s exhausting,
On nursing ramps at sunrise.
I’ve always worked best off of a carefully-planned day. No matter what I had to do, I would be sure to organize it into the most logical, efficient order so I could successfully Continue reading