Quarantine, Day 62 – War.

I think I've cracked. They haunt me around corners, lurking in my peripheral vision while I'm working on a project, stalking silently while they wait for me to turn my gaze to face them straight on. Their faces are grotesque, misshapen and stretched by their nasty habit. I lunge toward them in a show of…

Roots

I sigh after each phone call; each sigh lasting longer and expelling more air -- deflating me, shrinking me, emptying me. I sink lower into the chair, staring vehemently at the blinking cursor on the Discharge Summary template in a patient's medical record. I've created a shortcut phrase in the documentation system as "COVIDCANCELLATION" to…

Touch to Talk & the Dofficer

It was THE WORST game. I broke out in a cold sweat every time our Improv group leader announced that the game was on the evening agenda. As part of our Improv "practices", we played a variety of games (think "Scenes from a Hat" or "House Party" from the show Whose Line Is It Anyway)…