Drama, drama everywhere -- and nary a drop to drink. Lady McBeth would be so very impressed, and I don't think she's queen enough to take over my scene as of late.
The last few days I've been slammed with a stout sip of drama around every corner. The nurse in me wants to get some tape and fix everything, but I think I'm doing a good job being a nonbiased and objective observer. That's been my attempt, anyhow.
My friends have drama.
My family has drama.
My church has drama.
I'm caught-up in my own world of drama, too. I'm trying to think of what it is that I tell my patients who are in a place where they feel like they have lost control. They tell me I'm both eloquent and comforting, but when I try to give myself the speech I draw nil.
The good news is that I'm not going crazy. I've not been washing invisible blood stains off of my hands. I'm not wandering around in my pajamas. Fair is foul, and foul is fair, etc.
And -- SCENE!
Irma Evacuation Part 1
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