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.
Be sure to watch for the unicorn shitting skittles at the end. Here goes.
I feel the grueling painful peeling off of the bitch lens through which I've been viewing her.
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 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.
. . .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.
It is early October of 2012. I am lying alone on the floor of my bedroom for the fourth consecutive day with thoughts of suicide becoming more frequent...