Nurse Face vs. Nurse Heart.

Damn. It’s difficult to even start this one.

As a budding nurse in the midst of a mid-life crisis, I often visualize my heart as a pounding, black, mechanical mass within my chest. However, on certain occasions, I am reminded that my heart is INDEED part of my soul. A soul that, IMO, connects me to the human collective; which means, of course, that I am human, and sometimes I feel things.

So there’s my nurse face. That’s the face that I wear to protect the public from what I am really feeling and thinking…

… and that I will continue at a later time.

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