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  • Wendy, S.N.
    Wendy, S.N.

    June 27, 2006 at 5:54 am

    Oh the tortured life of an Ativan.

    That was really kind of twisted. But gripping, nonetheless.

    W. 🙂

  • Kelly

    June 27, 2006 at 6:42 am

    Ativan, ah yes, a true life-saver for some. Yet, not for himself. Where is his self-contained therapy when he needs it most himself, as his anxiety swiftly turns into convulsions?

    You are branching out, my friend!

  • docbraypa

    June 27, 2006 at 7:33 am

    When I saw the picture – thinking of the vintage – and my prior military service . . . I was thinking of milk from the powder . . .

    nothing cures like a trip on the ‘van . . .

  • MotherJonesRN

    June 27, 2006 at 12:04 pm

    Mother’s little helpers. I love the stuff. Ativan works wonders keeping a psych unit quiet. Just add Haldol.

    Mother Jones RN

  • […] Gee, everyone felt so sorry for my little Ativan pill in this post, I felt bad for writing it. […]

  • Fat Doctor
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    June 27, 2006 at 6:12 pm

    Niiiiiiiiicely done, Kim!

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  • Wyvern75

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    Still the milk when I was in Korea in ’83 tasted nasty.

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My name is Kim, and I'm a nurse in the San Francisco Bay area. I've been a nurse for 33 years; I graduated in 1978 with my ADN. My experience is predominately Emergency and Critical Care, and I have also worked in Psychiatry and Pediatrics. I made the decision to be a nurse back in 1966 at the age of nine...

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