I imagine Oprah Winfrey being told by one of her many assistants about a book she should read that is set in Chicago, that focuses on a female protagonist and deals with the disenfranchised on the West Side. Oprah, immediately after reading my book, writes a glowing review in O, the Oprah magazine. Great … Continue reading Wishes, Dreams and Hopes for My Book: Stories from the Tenth-Floor Clinic
Revisiting the dreams.
In preparation for moving I discover the darndest things as I unpack dusty boxes stored in the attic untouched for years. This time it’s a mercury sphygmomanometer, packed in its original carton along with a “limited warranty” card that should have been filled out within ten days of purchase. Looks like I didn’t even open the box but put the blood pressure machine away for the day I would open my independent practice.
That would have been in the early 80s after I became a gerontological NP
after I worked in Chicago with inner city, underserved elderly
after I became frustrated with the lack of resources and left to become an administrator of an HMO
after I knew I didn’t want to be in administration
after going back to work as a nurse practitioner once again
after moving to three different states
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