Sunday, September 27th, 2020.
Saturday, September 27th, 2014.
Sunday, September 27th, 2020.
Saturday, September 27th, 2014.
Still dealing with crud from the cold, I completely lost my voice in little pockets today.
everything is terrible please send soup
I had a pretty nasty cold set in today. I’m really nervous about making it through my six month probation, so I really didn’t want to take any sick time.
A patient asked to take a picture with the front office team because he was moving from treatment to recovery from his cancer. I posed and smiled, then went back to my desk, thought about how fragile some of the lives I see at work every day are, and went home.
I don’t get migraines very often, but when I do … well, it’s a good thing I had Nurse Kara to take care of me.
I maybe almost died.
I’m not dramatic at all when I’m sick.
This is like a reverse evolutionary diagram.