His Work, Not Ours

It was not like I had planned. He flat-lined while I was praying, and didn’t come back. I waited, watching the screen — looking for the rebound from the dead, that had continually happened the night before. This time, there was none.

The Eleven Year Old Refugee

The inspiration

So you think you want to be a Paramedic

So you think you want to be a Paramedic. Awesome decision! In this article I’m going to…

Welcome to the middle ground

A nurse practitioner walks into a bar

Jail Tales

Reflections on my interactions with inmates

Nurses and paramedics are not only my preferred social group because I was once both, but because they tend to rack up life experience at a “dog years” pace, absorbing seven years’ worth of life experience for…

First Impressions

Well first weekend in Riyadh comes to an end. What's it like? Well here's what I think so far…

A Day Off

I woke up rested at 6:30am, having missed the call of the trumpets which sound their way through sunrise. I keep meaning to ask the purpose behind the blasts, as they seem to come from houses outside the compound. It is frequently the same series of notes playing, all beginning around 5:30am — carrying…