3:00pm.

While I waited for the computerized
charting system to save the latest set of ventilator changes, which

had been changed an agonizing four times in the last two hours since
Bob's breathing tube had been dramatically reinserted, I adjusted my
patient's intravenous infusion rate, ran my fingers over his wrists
and feet to ensure he still had ( Read more... )

Patient's husband: "Do you think this is a sign of some sort of brain damage? I know my wife is ordinarily irritable, but ( Read more... )

I took a lovely hike yesterday to Wallace Falls with Colin, Hillary, and a couchsurfer found on Hillary's couch that morning. The adventure was fun, and just the break from the city that all of us needed.

But in the aftermath of dropping Hillary and her plus one off, Colin idly commented that the new friend reminded him of a boy back in New York. ( Read more... )

me: meh.
i'm not looking to impress them, just make steve happy.
Brett: gross.
me: of all the people we spend trying to make happy in our lives, wouldn't it make sense to focus on someone who in turn makes us happy?
customer service be damned, i believe in karma

I'm lucky. So lucky. We haven't moved in together, and we don't have a routine, but it seems these feelings and evenings frequently unfold into a blissful pattern that we both love. He has told me he doesn't want me losing any more weight because he's scared my boobs will shrink, and I go to a yoga or boot camp class anyway, and show up at his door ( Read more... )

"For all of the times that we've head-butted, something was bound to go wrong someday." (It was totally worth calling sick for)

Things that are new ( Read more... )

Is it already April? It snowed in Seattle yesterday-- an April Fool's joke from mother nature, everyone said, and here I sit in a hoodie and slippers by the fire, trying to stay warm and fight the cold I somehow ended up with after donating blood last week. I'm finally getting comfortable with things at work-- not everything, for sure, but I do ( Read more... )

I rolled over and squinted my eyes against the renegade stream of light peeking in through the curtains of the 29th-floor window, reflecting off 180 degrees of mountain ranges and skyscrapers like only a 9:30am beam of light in Vancouver can. That one stream of light, though, was enough to illuminate a saga strewn across the floor, leaving clues to ( Read more... )

I hate my life. I hate my job. I hate my boyfriend. I hate my family.

And yet I wouldn't have it any other way.

Except that I wish I wrote more insightful journal entries more often.