My People, R.N.

Wouldn't Sinead be a great R.N.? Maybe she is. "Drink before the War" rocks.

I'm still alive. I'm still in the game. I'm straightened out.

Found some great co-workers.

I'll meet their excellent standards in time.

How many nurses are survivors of abuse, drama trauma, rough lives, chaos, sadness, death?

How many nurses are healthy strong people, have a competent sense of boundaries, a technically up to date and proficient and STILL have the time to function with an aura of the hollistic/empathic?

A bunch. A fuckload.

Ready and happy to be back. Start my new gig on 04/12. For keeps.

RN's ROOOAAARR!

They're Winning

I live in the Pacific Northwest now. They view Californians the same way one keeps track of a bee that is buzzing around the picnic. If it gets too close to the food or the kids WE-WILL-SQUASH-IT!
I bring plague. I bring experiences they have not had. I bring experiences they cannot believe. I bring psychological trauma. I bring hurt. I bring a profound narcissism that make constructive criticism impenetrable. I bring stories that are funny in ways they couldn't have figured. I bring disgust of hierarchy. I bring open wounds. I bring contempt for myself. I bring the hope that this will all wash away.

I bring the notion that I know more, but I accomplish less, I don't care for their structure. I bring the shakes, pale faced adrenaline rushes, I bring old trauma.
And its not their job to see that I make it through.

I bring experience that has left me pondering the purpose of my knowledge the tangentiality of coincidence, I bring my hunger for numbness.I bring the idea that after you've met me you know something isn't right. Somehow, you want me to succeed.
Somebody let me in.

I bring greetings tucked in with apologies.