When this was new, and only a few ventured into the blogosphere with their stories, Chris Kaiser was there. We would comment on each other's posts when nobody else noticed them, and made writing about ourselves and our jobs fun. You have your family, and everybody has a place, but there are always the ones […]
Overheard in the rescue after clearing Roger Williams Medical Center. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any stupider." "Stupider isn't a word, stupid." "Look in the dictionary. That lady's face is the definition of stupider." "Okay, then. But you should say 'more stupid." "What are you, the grammar police?" "No, I wrote the […]
From the Providence Journal this morning: http://digital.olivesoftware.com/Olive/ODE/ProJo/LandingPage/LandingPage.aspx?href=VFBKLzIwMTIvMDQvMjc.&pageno=MTk.&entity=QXIwMTkwMA..&view=ZW50aXR5 Squalor begets squalor on the 300 block of Broad Street MICHAEL MORSE People who live surrounded by squalor will act accordingly. It is no coincidence that the 300 block of Broad Street, Providence, is infested with people who panhandle, shoot heroin, drink until they drop […]
Empty eyes. Nothing there. No glint, sparkle or life. Never seen eyes so vacant. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that is the case, this guy's soul went missing. He moves weird. Tics, shudders and spasms, then dead still. It's strange, and unnerving. He doesn't look at me, and I'm […]
I sat in the Captains seat, palms and fingers cradling my head, willing my heart rate to slow down. Once I got control of that, I figured the dizziness would stop. The patient on the stretcher droned on about wanting an IV, wanting a blanket, wanting something, I don't know, I wasn't able to hear […]
The following is my response to a post at Anchor Rising http://www.anchorrising.com/barnacles/cat_social_services.html pertaining to disability being the "new" welfare. You have two choices, continue the entitlements, or buy lots of guns and ammo. There are hoards of people who do not vote, do not work, do not care and do not intend to do without. […]
Eyelids flutter as the needle pricks the skin, no reaction after that, daughter and son sit close, expectantly, waiting for their mom to come around. She was okay an hour ago, they tell me, talking, walking, a little depressed, but alive. She had fractured her pelvis in August, and had been in rehab ever since. […]