The emergency department at Sketchy Eastside Hospital is sprawling, spread out over five or six treatment areas connected by corridors routinely filled by sick people on stretchers.  Everyone working there knows their job, and knows that doing their job will take every ounce of their energy that shift, so there's not a lot of room for pleasantries ( Read more... )

I realize now that this was actually kind of a good blog.  Sort of.  Anyway, no need to ditch it and start all over again this time, yeah?  I'm getting too old for that anyway.  I'm kind of past the belief that a fresh start, a blank page, is the only thing I need to figure it all out for real this time.  My past is no longer something I'm prepared ( Read more... )