hahaha, who saw it coming? you? you? prooobably. I'm usually the last to know.

I think my heart is starting to calm down. I want to make sense of the parts of myself that weren't covered in anatomy and physiology. I want to know them, the places that are untouchable and unidentifiable. I catch glimpses of them sometimes in the company of good friends. I guess I just have to be ready to listen, willing to question, and okay ( Read more... )

Humans. When we are in pain we curl up, the way shrimp do when they're cooked. We contort our bodies to protect our soft organ underbellies. lungs. liver. intestines. heart. We wield our back bones as shields. We prioritize heart over spine, reflexively. I think that says something about us as a species. About our priorities and purpose. Maybe love ( Read more... )

It was 8 o'clock in the morning. My feet hurt, my eyes felt dry and sleepy-swollen. Hospital air is the driest air around, I'd pit it against any desert. I wanted to go home, but I didn't want to leave. Stepping outside would mark the end of the craziest series of experiences of my life. Stepping outside would mean my career as a nursing student ( Read more... )

I've spent the last week as a complete hermit. I need to get my act together and stop hiding from everything I need to do, like applying for more jobs... and working. Why is it that when I pretend to be an ostrich, the things that stress me out NEVER go away ( Read more... )

I sort of wish I had kept closer track of clinical stories here like I used to. Here are a few of the characters I want to remember ( Read more... )

Get a grip New England. I can't believe what a tease the weather has been. it borders on cruelty, really, if we're being honest. After being cold for so long, all it took was a bit of warm weather for me to realize that I've been scarcely breathing for the past few months. My lungs felt rigid, and there is still something icy about the way I feel ( Read more... )

If this journal existed in a physical sense, it would be buried in several inches of dust ( Read more... )

Psych is over. Cue the collective sigh of relief ( Read more... )

I'm afraid of never doing anything remarkable.
I'm afraid of not being brave.