Hurricane Dorian has passed, I think. I don’t watch the news, so I can’t be sure. The weather is weird, I’ve had a headache every day because of the pressure changes. You’re at your parents, and you have your phone back. It’s made me very nervous the past 3 days. You are my hurricane, more …
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They Say a Hurricane is Coming
But I guess we will see. They never actually come when everyone is expecting them. In fact, I think my hurricane already came. We were supposed to work during the storm together, wreak havoc at the hospital ‘summer camp,’ as I like to call it. Sigh. Work makes me miss you the most. We don’t …
Today
I had BLS. I have a headache. I came home from work yesterday and just wanted to talk to you about all of the people on my shit list….it’s growing. Barbie was on one. Dr. M.A.’s uncle died. I saw him in the ICU Sunday vented. He opened his eyes when I said his name. …
Today I haven’t done anything
& I am beginning to get very annoyed at myself by it. I woke up to your dad hammering something around 9 am, it sounded like someone knocking. I promised myself only one episode of a stupid teenage love story TV show, but stayed in bed until 1130. I called you twice when I left …
Oh A,
I got your letter today. I intend to let you read this entire blog once you come home. I also intend to handwrite you a letter tomorrow so you can know this sooner: my heart didn’t break because I thought I was losing you. My heart broke because I didn’t know how much you were …
You leave the hospital AMA, fine. You and your family are scared of any of this being on your record, our job finding out; I get it. You go to your parents, great. I’m okay. Was it the adrenaline? You were blue. Why didn’t it seem real? Your fingertips were pale white. Why wasn’t I …
I thought these letters to you would help me
However, I am not sure if I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about you or my insomnia is rearing it’s ugly head again. I need to work on a paper, but I just want to continue writing to you….so here goes nothing. I follow the ambulance to the nearest hospital, and have mom …
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First of many, I guess.
I’m sort of writing this with hopes that no one reads, and that everyone reads. What can I say? I’m known to be complicated. Welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot going on in her head, sucks at talking, but needs to put it out there. I’m writing this as a …
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