One of the challenges of nursing is that every, single thing we do is time-sensitive. Each task has a deadline, and many can have serious consequences Continue reading
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On spinning plates and already craving Monday.
The chaos of nursing tends to get to me at times. Those who have the distinct pleasure of either living or working with me Continue reading
When your sleep is actually weirder than you are.
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 new morning dawns. Continue reading
On circling helicopters, broken hearts, and peace-breathing.
I’m listening right now to police and news choppers hovering overhead. The sound is relentless. Ominous. Heavy with heartbreak. Distinct with the rumble of grief. Apparently there was a suicide this morning at the high school near my home. A student. At 7:48 AM.
When the Pyxis attacks.
Right at shift change I knew that something was wrong. My gut was screaming at me to start the day by checking her first. Things just didn’t seem right. Her labs looked terrible. SHE looked terrible.
Claw marks on the Merry Christmas Highway.
No one chooses their story. No matter how well we plan, how tightly we control our moments, we really have no idea what our lives will hold. We press forward Continue reading
When Christmas and puny collide.
There wasn’t even a hint of daylight yet, but I was wide awake with an aching body groaning to get out of this bed. I’ve been fighting to remain at “baseline” Continue reading
On the moving of my ever-lovin’ cheese.
I went to a meeting recently where the speaker began by saying that we need to keep an open mind. Well, I’ve been Debi long enough to know that Debi just doesn’t do that well. Continue reading
When you’re staring down Monday.
No matter what your profession, there are just some days where a little help is needed to put one foot in front of the other and go do it all over again.
On story sharing.
There is such beauty in openness, isn’t there? We have much to learn from each other, but we’re so consumed in our chaos du jour that we don’t even realize this.