Wow! Has it really been over a month since I posted anything? It doesn't seem like it but then again it does. It's not that I haven't anything to write about, I do, it's just that it required emotional energy I haven't wanted t0 expend.
I finished up my work week, one that was probably one of the worst I have had in a very, very long time. Too many horrors and tragedies seen and experienced, a story about one of them will soon appear on The Sandbox. I spent 90 minutes today practicing krav maga, a martial arts I've been doing for well over a year now. The punching and kicking seemed to help with some of the angst but at other times I wanted to scream at the injustice of life.
My significant other returned home safe from Afghanistan. Only he returned home to another state and I didn't even know for almost a week. I wonder how "significant" he will remain. All in all I'm glad he's back safely.
One bright point in this week's darkness is the appearance of a former patient. A patient of mine two years ago I saw him walk down the hall of the ICU this week in uniform and I couldn't have been happier to see him fully recovered and back to work!
It's late now and the battery on the computer is flashing low so I'm going to stop my rambling and call it a night.
All the best,
Clara
This started out as letters home to my friends and family while I was at Hurricane Katrina, and continued through my deployment to Afghanistan. I have recently added my friend Clara Hart as a contributor. Now it very roughly chronicles life as a civilian, and citizen of the USA. If you need some assistance with Workplace Safety Programs, please let me know, I am happy to help.
