Ah, our delicate porcelain nurse looks like she has a headache!
Perhaps the night shift is getting to her.
Or maybe she was awakened at 0100 by a blogger belting out “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” in the 8th floor hallway of the Old Tower of the St. Francis.
Yes, I’m dead serious!
How do I know it was a blogger?
No one else would be having that much fun at 0100!
I have, however, been awake ever since.
It seems our nurse colleague was actually so fed up with the hellaciously busy nights she experienced in the emergency department, her brain blew up!
Let this be a lesson.
Don’t bottle up your frustrations, or you, too, could experience occipital blow-out syndrome.
Assuming you are made of porcelain.
We all have read blog posts that make us howl with laughter or well up with tears.
Imagine if you could see and hear the writer of that post actually reading their post.
You can see the facial expression, hear the inflections of the voice, feel every aspect of what inspired them to write that particular day.
That particular post.
That’s what we did last night during our Community Keynote.
Twenty two bloggers read posts they had submitted for selection.
Powerful stuff, folks.
We howled with laughter over bodily functions so elequently described with an ever-so-wonderful British accent!
We cried with a description of the depths of despair associated with suicide.
We tingled at the description of love a lesbian “father” felt for her children that she was so afraid would never come.
We spit our coffee out at the five-year-old who told his dad “everything you just said was stupid!” as his father tried to discuss perserverance.
We teared up and understood the description of what it was like to hate your body and to hate yourself for hating your body.
We ROTFL at the woman who read a blog post she wrote under the effects of pain medication after she got her wisdom teeth out. Did you know she only had two wisdom teeth on the bottom? (Inside joke…)
We learned what it was like to be born with facial asymmetry and wish people would look you in the eye. Just once.
Mommy bloggers, med bloggers, women bloggers, men bloggers, conservative or liberal bloggers, there is a living, breathing, beautiful blogger behind every one of those sites.
And each blogger has a story to tell.
It’s absolutely fascinating. I’m glad I’m a part of it.
This is an original post from www.emergiblog.com.