I woke up this morning feel defeated. The last few weeks things have been a bit rough.
If there’s one thing most people know about me, it’s that I’m not an “outdoorsy” person.
Imagine what it would be like to live in the past, even just 100 years ago.
Today I had the privilege of taking care of one of my favorite patients.
Friday night was one of those nights I sat there in awe wondering, “how can I be so blessed?” Like many people my age, I don’t have family closer than 3.5 hours away and am not married.
Friday was the day of great revelries with costumes, candies, and corpses. The one day of the year when you are allowed to be what you are not.
I’m not the type of person that takes a friendship lightly; I’m fiercely loyal to my friends.
For those of you who don’t know, I come from a largish family.