Saved by the Bell . . . of My Stethoscope
One fine spring day, I strolled out of the hospital,
One fine spring day, I strolled out of the hospital,
His chart read like a list of losses: no speech,
No physician would diagnose me with a disability. That label
Dear readers,
When I think of a disability, the image that
I began my nursing career in 1975 at a hospital
I recently accepted an opportunity to work in a new
“Wait here,” Dr. X said. “Someone will come and set
No, that title is not a misspelling of Chicago’s baseball
I should have paid attention to Red Flag Number One,
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