It was slightly unnerving. I momentarily had a vision of the magnitude of this behemoth force of nature. Suddenly I felt tiny, minuscule.
The Vagabond RN, Entry 3: Hurricane Dorian Lockdown
Author: Tripp
My name is Tripp. I am the father of two amazing children, who live with their amazing mother and her esteemed husband about nine hours north of me. I am a musician, and have self-released three albums over the last seventeen years. I am a registered nurse who specializes in trauma and intravenous access. My co-workers are a diverse and wonderful group. My job affords me the distinct and welcomed privilege of accompanying my fellow human beings through some of the most trying times of their lives. I have personally experienced a miraculous shift from a loathing and questioning of life to a passionate love and adoration of it, and I am committed to causing that shift within the lives of those around me. Cheers.
The Vagabond RN, Entry 2: Hurricane Dorian Preparation
A handful of hospital staff are slated to buckle down and care for critical patients and emergencies, and I’m honored to contribute, plus I’m always up for an adventure.
The Vagabond RN, Entry 1: First Impressions
Recently I went out on a limb and accepted my first mobile nursing assignment. It’s something I’ve considered doing for a while. I loved my first assignment so much I said yes again when the second assignment came. And again on the third. And the fourth. It looks like regular travel is around the corner. [...]
Breaking Up: For The Love Of Self
I will tell you the story of how I came upon the inward journey known as the love of self. Easy, pervs. I'm talking the love of the astonishing divine within all of us. Incidentally, this philosophy led me to discover that my ability to get over a breakup is very closely related to how [...]
The World Owes You Jack Shit
Be sure to watch for the unicorn shitting skittles at the end. Here goes.
A New Year: How To Live Without Regret
Holy shit, this post. It's finally published.
The Christmas Bitch Miracle: A Story of Love After Hate
I feel the grueling painful peeling off of the bitch lens through which I've been viewing her.
Bald Psycho Killer At Work (ER Memoirs)
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. . .
Life Lessons With Morphine: The Beauty Of Pain
My flank felt like an elephant was tap dancing on a hot railroad spike driven into my kidney.
Shitting Bricks: Dealing With Fear In Life
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.
