Dear Mr. Frosted Tips, I realize you've got a gunshot wound and some bullet fragments lodged in your iliac crest. However, that does not excuse you from the common courtesies such as not having Playboy magazine proudly displayed on your bedside table. Also, asking me if I can send you home with something stronger than T3's… Continue reading Random Musings From a Resident On Call
I've had a stomach ache since Friday afternoon. I used to get stomach aches from anxiety and stress many years ago, but lately my anxiety manifests as nausea. I've been nauseated too, since Friday. At first I thought, maybe I have a mild bout of gastro - seeing as how it's going around. But given… Continue reading What Have I Done To Myself?
Last night I laid awake in my bed for a long time. I was thinking about my "person." If you've ever watched "Grey's Anatomy," then you know what I'm talking about. What kept me from falling asleep last night, though, were thoughts about whether or not she really is my "person." Not too long ago,… Continue reading My Person
For some reason I have most of my anxiety attacks at night. I am (was?) having one right now. I don't know why they always hit me at night - usually waking me up from my sleep. It used to be that I would have them on the nights before I was on call and… Continue reading Night Time Attack
When is it time to let go? Of a time? Or a place? Or a person? Or a dream? When do you decide if holding on is more painful than letting go? When is it time to stop putting in the effort? When do you accept that goodbye is inevitable? When is it okay to… Continue reading When?