On March 27 at 4:30 p.m. I saw the great light in the chapel that's next to the nurse's station on 2E. I snuck in and took a few shots. I spent a long day on 2E, at least it's a little quieter there than any one of the three other nurse's stations.
That is unless the patient in the room next to the nurse's station has his CD player on LOUD. Horrible country/western music, whiny, bad harmony, my dog died and my pick up truck got stolen type of music. Up LOUD. My job is already an audio assault, and it doesn't help to have the cowboy cryer whining about mud and love. You can't understand it till you live it, life on a brain injury floor.
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