A long time ago, I started this blog as another way of journaling, letting off steam, making sense of crap going on in my life, or just entertaining myself. Along the way, people started to read, and I made friends, and more people started to read. Initially, I didn't care who read the blog. I still don't. However, I do feel the need to explain a couple things so some person with the IQ of lettuce doesn't read a post, and assume I'm talking about them. In my line of work, I meet a lot of people, and at least half the population is stupid and vain and naturally going to think it's all about them and their ingrown toenail.
Don't assume that it was you I wrote about when I observed a patient picking his boogers and eating them for dessert. My stories have spanned the ages, and to protect the identities of the intellectually challenged, I have taken creative liberty...changed genders, ailments, time lines. Hell, some posts I create and publish weeks, months, and on occasion, a year after the fact. Some of the stories, are told to me by other nurses, and published with their permission. This isn't just a blog about one nurse, it's about many. As far as the stuff written about my personal life...that's still mine. Sort of the way ideas and events in a book are changed when they make a movie out of it. Things are different, but the idea is still the same.
The crux of this is why I haven't been posting as much as I used to. I'm still trying to figure out what to do. Create another blog and start from scratch? Make this blog private and press forward? Just stop blogging altogether and let Big Brother win?
Life is full of tough choices. It's enough to make me want to take a nap. I think I will do just that.