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  • I know I am late to reply but want to thank you for first writing all that stuff out. Second for being helpful and intelligent. Third I wish everytime I made a post someone like you would reply you are a breath of fresh air. ....No sarcasm in any of this.

  • After my dad died. For about a year I truly thought my mom killed my dad to make him comfortable with drugs. But after I became a nurse we got over it. Still to this day I think to myself even if she did overdose him what strength that would take. They were married for 30 years. I had tremendous respect for her. Now when I see a person where death is coming I sometimes thinking about asking them if they want a drink or joint or get high but never have just the thought is there to let them have the opition to go out peacefully.

  • You are probably going to laugh when I was in med school. I would pray to the god Dyonesius the god of wine. Which I think is the only thing besides studying a little bit got me through. Because I heard of him or her in my philosophy class. Then after my dad passed I wanted to make sure whoever is up there or inbetween he is fine and happy

  • Thank you he already passed....the only thing and I think maybe I probably killed him is was he was on hospice and they gave us a shitton of drugs to comfort him. And one day he was asking for a percaset or whatever so I call my mom the other nurse in the family and ask what the hell should I do she says give him a half of one. This is because my dad came from a place where you did not go to the doctor or anything. Hell he once fractured his foot and would take one tylenol a day and that was good enough. But I gave him a whole percaset and figured if he is asking for it I am going to give it to him. He passed right the fuck out and then I don't know if he was dreaming or hallucinating but the drug did not work. So I took the bottle of morphine and put a couple drops on his tongue. He died that night. When my mom and this is her story that when she told him that we will be fine and there is no shame in giving up the fight. He died five minutes later.

  • I have been to many countries but one time Australia paid me the most at the time. To help students do clinicals and give shots and check on patients. They hooked me up with room and board. Not from Australia but as much as you hear everything in Australia wants to kill you never had that problem the whole 3 months I was there. But boy can most of them drink. Better than me I hate to admit and surprisingly and this is nothing against the country but when I was there it was really easy to find pot. Being a US person I usually have to wait a week to find out where to go and who to deal with in decent neighborhoods in Australia it was pretty much me asking a co-worker who pointed me to this dive bar and the bartender dealt weed under the table.