The last entry talked about the aftermath—how the music never swells, and hugs don't always come. There's no curtain call when the truth comes out. Just more fallout. I want to take a moment to circle back to why this blog started in the first place. Originally, this space was meant to be …
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My pain is a 25…
I need my Dilaudid and turkey sandwich. Working a surgical floor, I have heard this more times than I care to think and usually from a patient who is so snowed, that they are slurring words and barely staying awake. It is, however, a lot more common than you would think it is. Pain, the fifth …
Short break…
This week was my birthday. Since I am no longer an 8-year-old, birthdays are quite often a few to a lot of happy birthday wishes and maybe a dinner out. Nothing that isn’t appreciated but it is not also required. Regardless I honestly took an unscheduled and unannounced a few days off from everything …