emergency room
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I’m so sick of seeing people cheer for human suffering. For pain. For death. Behind your little screens and keyboards, you sit in comfort, laughing and clapping as if someone else’s devastation is entertainment. Just what you voted for, right? Sigh. I’ve been an ER nurse for 16 years. I have held more hands than
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So, it’s Nurses Week. You know what that means. Time for a heartfelt email from leadership about how we’re the “backbone of healthcare” and maybe—just maybe—a leftover bagel in the breakroom if you get there early enough. If you’re lucky, there’s a gift. A pen, perhaps. Nothing says “we value you” like a plastic writing
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
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Nurses, nurses, nurses… I feel like every time I blink my eyes these days nurses are on the news and like, we should be, because we really are superhuman people regardless of what anyone thinks. That whole “nurses are superhero’s” that everyone is so sick of hearing and seeing is true but not in the
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Writing is therapy for me, it always has been. I don’t do well with traditional therapy, talking to a stranger about my problems just is not for me. Give me a computer and a quiet corner? Whamo! Problem solved. The whole world can know about my problems if they really want to. Anyways, I’m going
I Would Rather Be In Bed 