Holy shit, this post. It's finally published.
I feel the grueling painful peeling off of the bitch lens through which I've been viewing her.
All of your quirks, broken dreams, character flaws and blemishes create a unique mosaic that is absolutely, authentically YOU.
I will tell you the story of the first patient I ever lost. I'm no stranger to patient death. If you're going to be a nurse (or anyone in the medical field for that matter), it's something you will deal with routinely. This post is in reference to a patient who suffered a critical event while [...]
I refocus and reach to lower her to the floor. I prepare to start compressions on my mom. Just before I lift her, she takes another shallow breath.
Let me tell you a secret about experiencing the miraculous in life: Declare a goal, something big, something that scares the shit out of you, and then commit to deliver on it, even if you have no idea how you're going to do it.
. . .he saw something within me that I didn't see within myself, and he knew he would be doing me a great disservice by letting me throw in the towel.
Well, to be clear, the house actually belongs to my ex-wife Catherine's folks. Catherine and her husband are visiting from California with our two children and staying there during their visit. My girlfriend Alex and I are visiting for brunch. So there's my ex-wife, her husband, her aunt, her parents, our two kids, their newest [...]
Psycho Jack prepares for his last stand with one last "fuck you" and makes a move in the direction of us and the cop, who calmly pulls the trigger. . .
My flank felt like an elephant was tap dancing on a hot railroad spike driven into my kidney.
I’ve only truly regretted the times when I stayed in my comfort zone, or ran back to it, when I knew damn well I was being called to greater things.
So let’s break out the power buffer and polish the shit out of this turd. Sometimes life has the strangest way of . . . grabbing you by the throat and reminding you what your purpose is . . .