Holy shit, this post. It's finally published.
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.
All of your quirks, broken dreams, character flaws and blemishes create a unique mosaic that is absolutely, authentically YOU.
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 . . .
"Jesus! What the Smith & Wesson hell is wrong with you?," I ask myself.
It's The Fallout, after all: the single biggest reason people . . . remain in a miserable relationship. . .
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.
Every time the shit has gone down in my life...I decided that I should just get used to the mediocrity...And yet, here I am.