Yesterday was one of those days I just needed. I’ve talked before about hospital fatigue in a previous post and how it can push a person close to their breaking point. Some days hit harder than others. I’ve been at a 10 before (sorry doctors and nurses at MOBAP), a few 8’s along the way. … Continue reading Hold the Line

Hospital fatigue is real. It settles in quietly at first, then all at once. The beeping machines through the night, the steady rhythm of knocks at the door, the feeling that rest is always just out of reach. There’s always something. Anyone who’s been here knows the routine. The gowns, the socks, the bedpans, the … Continue reading Hospital Fatigue & The Gambler

Like the sunrise, she arrives with a coffee and a smile that somehow changes the brightness of the room. She did again today. There’s a quiet discipline in the way she shows up, in the way she holds herself together. I don’t see her cry, she doesn’t let me, but I imagine those moments exist … Continue reading Strength Traced in Sharpie