August 26, 2009 in Uncategorized. I realize that being a nurse and being an artist are two different monsters. They both have a completely different make. As a nurse, I run around all day, most of my conversations with patients or co-workers are related to care or medicine, with jokes and gossip typically taking place in the medication room or conference room. I realize that the two have vastly differing paces. Either way, I need some human interaction after doing a lot of soul searching.

Lather, rinse, repeat. The one night off a week is spent trying to stay awake at night, watching the city fall asleep at my lunchtime , inevitably screwing up my sleep schedule and showing up to work exhausted the next day. Hey was that your patient who coded? I am .

From the desk of Evelyn Chang. Teach Me the Point, O Lord. June 29, 2015 in Thoughts. Sometimes I feel as though I have all but missed the point. The world is filled with very bright, attractive things that vie for my attention. I am a moth being drawn into a fluorescence that will inevitably lead to my demise. And I am happy, even content, as I go. December 18, 2014 in Thoughts. Every last drop of evil and wickedness,. So carefully hidden and silenced and cordoned off. In the darkest corners of my heart.

We shall go straight to exposition with the help of handy-dandy bullet points. My eyes have gotten better! A trip to the ophthalmologist revealed, well, nothing. But they did confirm that there was nothing terribly wrong with my eyes except extreme irritation. With the help of some steroid eye drops and the discipline to go contacts-free for the time being, my eyes have gone back to being normal.