The Unlucky

The Unlucky are discovered. Just in time. They do not go gentle into any night, or morning or day. Their bodies are covered. With hospital blankets and unpayable bills. All of you, the doctors will eventually get you. Then it’s ICU beds and hoses and waiting rooms. Loss of life, ahhhh, but first. Loss of…

The Bead Loom, Part 3

“Have you seen your evaluations?” Margaret’s boss sat across the desk from her. Margaret had a lot of bosses. Attendings, nurses, the professors, then the directors, program coordinators, this guy. Lots of bosses. Lots of advice. So much advice Margaret almost didn’t know what to do with it. Margaret hadn’t read the type-outs, the attendings…

The Bead Loom, Part 2

The phone rang. Margaret started to get up only to realize if she let go of her string the bead work she just did might fall apart. “Oh, tits,” she said aloud. It was probably just telemarketers or Mom calling to make sure Margaret hadn’t gone out. The answering machine clicked on, but not in…

The Bead Loom, Part 1

The attending opened her mouth to speak and Margaret sighed on the inside. The worst question in man’s spoken history of inquiry was about to get asked of Margaret. She faced this line of questioning every 6.5 days. The internal content, the individual components shifted, but de conversation totale was always the same. Margaret must…

1003 Thoughts

Last in a series. It’s been a long year and we’ve all heard a lot of things we could’ve done without. Some times they come crashing down on you when you least expect it and you’re left scrambling, trying to figure out where scribble it down so you don’t forget. Sometimes the only place to…