icu

"Despite the logistical isolation and the very real physical distress, there were moments of connection that kept me from feeling truly alone."
My mind and body had to relearn everything from telling time to putting on socks.
Never mind the method. No need to make the means. Spare no expense on your inner self: Me Time doesn't cost a penny yet it will always make you richer. Make your Me Time droplets a cup then a bucket; a bucket then a pond; and eventually you'll create your own Sea of Me.
And then resilience enters the room, the most elegant of emotional beings; glowing; refined; a reminder that even a flicker of light glows amid the darkness. And we can save our tiny ship of troubles from life's stormy seas once again.
Americans with terminal cancer are more likely than Europeans to die at home, not in a hospital
Because as a nurse in the intensive care unit, I've learned -- while I'm relatively young, I possess an old soul -- that nothing in this life is promised. We have no guarantee. We cannot push off what we crave today unto tomorrow, because there is no certainty that tomorrow may come.
Tube feeds and turkey. Sepsis and stuffing. Code blues and "thank you's" and teamwork and tears. I am a holiday warrior -- I am an ICU nurse. Even when my feet are sore and my belly is hungry -- every holiday, every shift -- my heart is full.
Right now, there is a baby nurse who is searching online and deep inside for an answer. There is a brand new member of the profession who is questioning her calling. Dearest baby nurse, don't let this scary new world drag you down
Part jungle. Part jail cell. Where awkward smiles cut through silence with surgical precision. A waiting room, foul and filthy; faith and family; cold and sterile like the operating suite. Cool down on your treadmill. Check the time on your microwave. But every watch is broken in the waiting room -- better to count your blessings than to measure the seconds.
Today I am feeling quietly concerned but calm. Yesterday I was motivated to overcome the challenge at hand. Tomorrow? Who knows. Every single day will be punctuated by a different emotion, a different version of the woman who I am.