Aftermath of a Code Crimson at my hospital the other night. My friend works in the ER and took this photo and sent me the following:
“Car rolled three times, became on fire. Transported to us for intubation then supposed to be transferred to ________ [higher acuity hospital omitted for HIPPA reasons] but then she coded. She was a mess. Blood everywhere. Bones sticking out of the skin. Adipose tissue out. Depressed frontal skull fracture. Mid forties. She died.”
The aftermath of a life not saved.
if you can do this to me and get away with it while holding a dinner conversation then we’re getting married.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.
FRS. (via xoaprox)
Better alone than badly accompanied.
Candace Bushnell (via murmurrs)
Currently in a ball bc I hate life