Because I love her hands clasped, compressions on his chest counting to thirty under my breath as my partner cut through the fabric of his buttoned shirt thirteen year old told me last week “I want to die every single day!” and I thought immediately, I want to die every other day life is […]
Category: Confessions of an EMT
The Ted Lavender Effect
It’s July.
Temer, I meant to tell you
Temer, I meant to tell you dead bodies aren’t that bad
Tuesdays and Thursdays Don’t Mean Much Anymore
I am slowly putting my thoughts down in prose again.
Growing Up EMT
Today marks my one year anniversary with Emergency Medicine.
For What to Tell a Layperson
A short answer to an impossible question.
Wednesday
Originally written as a flash fiction for my creative writing class. Originally-originally written because that’s what I do.
