For Every Field There's A Mole

Because I am back with my anonymity no longer in tact, I will be writing less about what happens in the hospital in a detailed manner.  That is to say, it is of the utmost importance to me to protect my patients. Of course, I am confident that many anecdotes of this crazy business will find their way through.

I have been an (employed!) nurse for three years since I last posted here.  Yes, I still see this job as my true calling.  But I am often frustrated and disappointed in the system and I am daily looking for a way to articulate: to reverse the ethnography, so to speak. I have to demonstrate the transition from critic to cog in the wheel, which is very hard.

From the moment I stepped into the role of clinician, I have struggled not to speak too loudly, but I often fail.  I have tried to be fair and to equally, quietly bear witness to all of our patients.  I have tried to burn the injustices that I see and hear every day on my brain so that I can one day, in some small way, try to right them.  I hope that this forum will be the jumping off point for me to eventually do that in a larger way.  I hope that there are eyes here to bear this with me.

All of my life I have watched the masses of the world 

suffering from the same disease for which 

the cure is readily available to them 

but they cannot see it.  

We are all born to take a little share of 

the abundance of this earth. 

When you see that, there will be 

tremendous change. 

You only have to open your eyes to open your mind.