I was just a part of the well-trained team of medical professionals who cheated a massive blood clot of its goal at a most inconvenient time of night. I was blessed to be part of a team that sent a man whom to his family for the holiday.
I was striding out of the main entrance of the hospital, on a mission to complete the rest of my errands, when a thought landed …
I may be having an identity crisis. But as I listen to the suffering of the wide world, I realize how blessed I am. I’m not in the hospital for a self-inflicted wound. My house didn’t just burn down. My husband didn’t just leave me. I didn’t fall and break a bone and lay on the floor for 18 hours before someone found me.
Note: When I write about my work as a nurse, all identifying factors are fictional due to privacy requirements. If you think you know who …
Although I had a number of classes last week, this is the first week I’ve actually been caring for patients. It made me nostalgic and …
“Can I practice starting an IV on you tonight?” I text Marnell the other day. I think his response is best shown in picture form. …
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