Ninja

Yup..... people who work in this field are truly a special type of person. I am gifted to be able to work with them and watch them do their magic. They are NOT the death squad, but a team that works in unison to help the patient and family.

People always assume that Palliative Care is end of life. It is NOT end of life care. It is care of a person with a serious illness. It is a team of interdisciplinary clinicians, that work with the primary care physician to treat pain management, symptom management, etc. We have patients who are NOT dying....they are…

Thank you. I work in medical education, especially in Palliative Medicine. My first take on the family’s statement that Mrs. Bush will not be receiving anymore medical attention, but will instead receive comfort care. I wanted to scream, because comfort care is a pleasant way of saying Palliative Medicine. Palliative…

This is everything I imagined lemurs would be.

He had this weird way of bending down into a persons personal space, as if to say....”Look at me”. It was very off putting

He lived in my friends apartment building 30+ years ago, and he was creepy as fuck back then. I tarried many a time in the lobby to avoid getting on the elevator with him.

I just googled the term, and learned something new

I opened the clip, and I thought it was the same girls singing different chants.  

I had to Google this in order to realize it wasn’t satire.

I smoke. I fucking hate it. I have tried numerous times to quit. I am 58 years old, and I started smoking as a teen-ager, because it was cool.

I don’t have any regrets in my life, except one. Picking up cigarettes

In one of your replies to another poster, you wrote a check list of things you learned to do as a mother of a cutter. Each and every item where on the money. The hardest thing for me to do was not freak out.

Thank you. We’ve come down a long and sometimes very, very scary road, but now we sometimes sing that stupid song from the Wizard of Oz - “We’re out of the woods, we’re out of the dark.” I just think it’s comforting to her that I admitted that I didn’t understand.

As a mother of a recovering cutter, I can’t agree with this more. As far as parents saying, “I know”...that in itself is heartbreaking to hear. I knew, and for a time period I knew, but didn’t know what to do.

I finally sat her down and told her exactly what Anna said....”I don’t understand and I will never…

I guess my worst experience was also my most hilarious. I worked at a non-profit case management agency for a director who was the most anal retentive, had no humor, and no sense of irony.

I convinced the other case workers to call in sick at 8:45am, and we would be in the reception room, watching his head spin. Well…

The two sets of younger kids were sitting together in the mezzanine

Same here

Jharrel Jerome for the win!

You know....you know when you realize that you have put up with more than you and your child need to deal with. Don’t get to that point.

Of course you should be afraid and be alarmed. This is just the first drop in the bucket.