Just now, I laid down literally for a two hour study nap – and woke up immediately to a message that Hurricane Ida, already a
Author: Miranda Herring
follower of Jesus. wife. kid & fur mom. writer. reader. word nerd. traveler disabled nurse. total Buddy the Elf.
talking about life and death, covid and sick days, and loving others through these times.
This is attempt number five to write this post because my thoughts are in a million places – and this time I’ve decided it’s best
memento mori
It’s not surprising, as my next big project is my death book, that I am one acquainted with the night – and thus spend more
blessedly, the right doctor for the job is a nurse. . .
As I’ve been dealing with this terrible situation with my rheumatologist, I’ve been thinking a lot about the things we deal with in having chronic
honoring the memory of erin gilmer – and considering some of my most difficult days at the hands of the medical community as well. (we must do better for those in chronic pain.)
As I wrote in my previous post, my rheumatologist had to take unexpected medical leave and cancelled all of his appointments suddenly – which he
chronic pain, being treated like garbage as a patient, and Hell’s own flare on the horizon. . .
While I’m generally a pretty positive spoonie – and a cooperative patient as well – being treated like hot garbage by my rheumatologist’s office while
