Fountain Bleu

“Being a nurse isn’t about grades. It’s about being who we are. No book can teach you how to cry with a patient. No class can teach you how to tell a family that their parents have died or are dying. No professor can teach you how to find dignity in giving someone a bed bath. A nurse is not about handing out pills, hanging the IVs, or charting. It’s about being able to love people who are at their weakest, most vulnerable moments and being able to forgive them for all their wrongs of yesterday and make a difference in their lives today. No one can make you a nurse. You just are.”


- Unknown

Psychosocial Nursing Notes

Play Another Love Song

All of a sudden I feel love in the air. Perhaps it’s because I keep on listening to these damn love songs. Perhaps it’s been a while since I inhaled it’s bitter sweet scent. Either way the fact remains the same, I think its time I fell madly in love with someone. I’ve been in love once before but I was cheated out of the full experience by this thing called real life. 

I want the passion, the drama, the comfort, the safety, the feelings. I want to feel… something. And even if it ends in a painful tragedy, feeling something trumps feeling nothing at all. I’m not even sure if I remember how to feel, its been so long. Three years to be exact. 

These love songs are getting to me.