in 2009 florence welch said “leave all your love and your longing behind, you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive” and in 2018 she said “the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company” and that is growth
Me: *in bed in pink pjs, surrounded by stuffed animals, watching children’s tv shows, eating candy*
Me: I am a powerful WITCH a child of the NIGHT nothing can defeat me
My waking and sleeping seem mixed together. I’m walking in a dream half the time, and sleeping through reality the other half.
Legislation has been proposed to protect nurses against violence is the workplace.
I have done this before
It was just past midnight and I was delivering a mom by myself. I had paged faculty several minutes ago that the baby was ready, but for some reason, neither my faculty nor my upper level residents had come. I waited. I stalled. I paged again. Still no one came. And it was time to deliver.
Seventy babies delivered this year, and I still have a second of panic at the moment of delivery. Then, what has been drilled into me kicks in, and I move automatically.
Protect. Pull down. anterior shoulder. pull up. protect. posterior shoulder. Place on mom. Clamp, cut, massage the uterus.
The baby cried, the room cheered. I smiled behind my mask.
The smile faded when I realized that something was wrong. There was too much blood. Where was it coming from? I have done this before. I felt the uterus. atony. Page faculty again. I called for pitocin as I pushed my whole hand into the vagina and placed the other on her abdomen. I squeezed the uterus, praying the blood pouring onto my shoes would stop. I have done this before. Pitocin was in. The uterus did not firm up. More pitocin, and get methergine. I asked mom, distracted by her baby, if she had hypertension. She said no, is everything ok? I replied as calmly as I was able, you’re bleeding more than I’d like but we’re going to take care of you. Give the methergine. Pray. Squeeze. Wait. The uterus began to firm and shrink. The blood slowed. I began to breathe again. I have done this before.
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TFW your boyfriend is a 17th Century Catholic vampire who is NOT OVER™ the Glorious Revolution of 1688.
