Make Me a Bird

Sometimes in the ER you get too many codes, too many dead people, see too much pain, etc. You have to protect your mind. And your heart. So sometimes, well, a lot of times, we are horribly inappropriate. Coping mechanism. We are not bad people. We just take care of a lot of scary shit and see stuff many people will never dream of encountering. So, again, we become very inappropriate, to make each other laugh, to get our minds away from what we are dealing with. Try not to judge. We seriously try our hardest to save the lives of others. And we are damn good at what we do. But sometimes, seeing your third dead person and the family that mourns for them, starts to wear on you.  Continue reading Make Me a Bird