Or Costco, if you want to get a little more bang for your buck and maybe pick up a decent warranty.

It sounds like you are possibly in an ambulatory role (maybe?) with patient education. My spouse has bounced between a few different floor positions, including ICU, then went to ambulatory, and now does outpatient chemo infusion as sort of a compromise. Each move corresponded with burnout. The floor became too rough, ambulatory became too boring and bureaucratic (but learned a LOT from providers), but the outpatient infusion setting seems to strike a good balance, at least for now. She heavily considered a NP/PA route, but it’s more school, money, and you’re on salary with long hours (no overtime!). Sufficed to say, there’s probably a niche for you too!

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John Waters. His films are transgressive, tasteless, and trashy for the purpose of being transgressive, tasteless, and trashy. You have a movie in 1970 (Multiple Maniacs) where a drag queen, Lady Divine, gets a lesbian “rosary-job” intercut with scenes of the stations of the cross. Among many other things, Divine is raped by a giant fake lobster and eventually killed by the national guard to “America the Beautiful.” It’s a massive middle finger to everything sacred; the necessary profane.

SOPHIE. They died like a month after I found their stuff. Hell of a producer.