Tags » Pulmonary Embolism
My purse rattles with so many drugs as I reach in and pull them out, adding to the growing pharmacy on our dresser. A flow chart maps out which drugs are given when, what can’t be given with what, what requires water and food, what will make him nauseous, what will make him not nauseous… I look over and he is asleep again, next to him is his incentive spectrometer, which is supposed to incentivize him to breath deeply into his lungs. 731 more words
Third Annual Clottiversary
It’s easy to complain about life, because shit can get hard sometimes. It’s like, man, my love life is in shambles because dating mustachioed cyborgs isn’t that rewarding and I owe back taxes for 400 years and I have this wedgie that I cannot pick out for the life of me; literally, it’s like it’s glued in or something. 354 more words
My first week of marathon training was in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Sticking with your training routine is always difficult when traveling, and especially difficult when you’re walking 10+ miles a day and all you want to do is have fun with your friends. 466 more words