I did something bad to my knee 2 weeks ago while trying to get a ~300 lb pt onto our non-electric, non-bariatric gurney because dispatch wouldn’t send the proper unit or backup, here’s hoping it magically pops back into place before my next shift
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
Holy terrible realization, Batman…