Saturday, September 20th, 2008
“Howlin’ Moon” by Christine Wideman
Christine Wideman, R.N. HOWLIN’ MOON must be a howling full moon tonight because everybody is streaming through my hospital and just howling crazy after 15 years in this job there isn’t much that surprises me anymore lets face it being sick brings out the very best and absolute worst in patients and their families and [...]
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Friday, September 19th, 2008
“Midwifing My Father” by Shawna Swetech
Shawna Swetech, RN MIDWIFING MY FATHER For Brooks Staton, 1/15/15 – 6/14/05 I sit alone at his convalescent home bedside. His eyes are unfocused, unblinking. I feel his wrist, the pulse rapid and thready. His breath is heavy, sharp, with a death rattle—a sound only recognized by ones familiar with life’s end. I’ve helped deliver [...]
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Sunday, September 14th, 2008
“Her Brother’s Pickhole” by Kathleen Walsh Spencer
Kathleen Walsh Spencer, MSN, RN, MA HER BROTHER’S PICKHOLE He still wounds himself every day for five decades now, breakfast till bed, his index finger spins tight circles at a spot on his crown the size of a Cheerio. Hunched over pancakes, driving the toll road, typing with one hand, the left hand always returns [...]
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Friday, September 12th, 2008
“The Traffic of Tulips” by S Stephanie
S Stephanie, LPN THE TRAFFIC OF TULIPS —for Nelson We have waited too long for Spring, a little sun, any small sign during this white of white Februaries would sustain us, Nelson and me. We are tired of the chicken soup, the second helpings of apple pie, the bulk of our sweaters, his detailed descriptions [...]
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Thursday, September 11th, 2008
“Dry Drowning” by Anne Webster
Anne Webster, RN DRY DROWNING He comes walking into the ER, holding hands with a wife and a little boy. A big guy, he’s wheezing like a pump organ in a country church. “I’m thirty-five today. It’s my asthma.” I put him on a stretcher, start inhalers, page the ER doc, get an IV going, [...]
