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community health

  • Life Musings

    Bodies like poetry

    My journey with nursing has been a long one. I was fourteen the first time I ever worked in a hospital and I can still remember the way it smelled. Like industrial cleaners and cafeteria food and stale bodies. But I loved wearing the red and white apron that identified me as a Candy Striper. As someone who would refill your water pitcher and hold the spoon so you could eat when your hands trembled.