"How many towels, d'you think we need?" I asked my partner. "I dunno... Six?" "Hmmmm," I said before reaching out and grabbing handfuls of towels, washclothes, and a hospital gown. "This should be plenty." We both sighed, and turned back out of the linen closet. As we got to her room, I turned again to… Continue reading Fly free, Ada.
I hate to brag, but I am damn good at inserting urinary catheters. It's just something I did well when I worked at the hospital in Nashville. As such, we had at one point a woman that had attempted suicide which ended up not killing her, obviously, but left her permanently paraplegic. She required an… Continue reading “What. The Hell. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?!”