Dark humor isn’t cruelty—it’s survival. From the Army to EMS to nursing, it’s the only way I’ve made sense of the senseless. If you’re shocked, that’s fine—my mom and my dog get it, and they’re the only jury that matters.
Tag: PTSD
Fishing, Radroaches, and Nursing Regrets
During a nice relaxing evening fishing in the wasteland between nukes, I had a few odd thoughts running through my mind. I get a lot of time to think and hash through some of the day’s more esoteric questions. For example, what would you have the toughest time doing in the wasteland? I think mine …
The Crowned Prince of Mediocrity
You ever feel worthless as a human being? When I’m in a funk, that’s the first thought that always crawls up. People like to remind me of my value—yada, yada, yada—but I still can’t climb over that wall sometimes. I saw the shrink yesterday. And yes, I know some of you are thinking, “Good, …
When the Lies Outlive the Liar
I mentioned writer’s block yesterday, and here’s why: I’ve been chewing on how to talk about this without sounding mean-spirited or like I’m slinging mud for the sake of it. The problem is, when the truth itself is ugly, there’s only so much you can do to make it sound polite. And honestly? I’m not …