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Ongoing, First published May 14, 2020
Have you ever wondered what its like to be a nurse. To be someone's punching bag and or shoulder to lean on...? I am an emergency care nurse.

This book is about me. 
The amazing people I get to meet and their memories they share with me. How in my little emotional self deals with all the feelings shared with me. This will be my outlet. A diary of sort. It different to anything on here
So I do hope you enjoy and I hope if brings a little light into your life and or understanding. 
Give it a chance.

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I do NOT own the photo on the front cover.
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