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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

ehh what the hell

OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

jaxblade

yooooo

yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC

que-pasadena

I need to believe in the heart of the post…

perlexnoire-deactivated20150716

Oh? Well… *reblag*

zer0will2live

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

qslay

I have nothing to lose

stoicdaydreamer

my palm was itchin today not riskin it

astripperstory

I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol

brownsugarempress

It works. I just got $300 for no reason.

thecrybabbles-deactivated201605

Money dog is my friend

yeaimcoollikethat-deactivated20

Money dog is the shit

anttom2016-blog

I believe in the money dog😀

princedhunglow-deactivated20181

I believe in the money 🐶

cosmic-noir

Bless me pls money pup 🙏🐕

crip-jesus-deactivated20190301

Just woke up 🙌🏿

totheonedegree

Pplease😭🙏🏽

marvelismylife

Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50

roses-likethis-blog

can’t not reblog the money dog

dyslexic-sinner

Oh what the hell

onlytwitterpics

sheholdsyoucaptivated

lsleofskye

Surprise Elephant | donaldboyd

gotinstarblog-deactivated201512

half-black-phillip

I’m so mad because this worked

britney2007spears

help me roger

telanu

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

luthienebonyx

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

riskpig

………my friend has made me curious

maryburgers

help me roger

maryburgers

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

zombbeans

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

strangenewclassrooms

I don’t believe in these things

But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.

Roger is cute.

sugared-violets

Eh Roger is cute I might as well

secondlina

That fish is so happy it makes me happy.

alivingfandoomreference

I have no luck right now. Halp.

galaxypokemon06

Why does this have so many notes

adoringhorrorborn

because its not one of your posts.

ana-logical

Roger is precious to me.

hashtagparksandrec

lamentations44

Deserted but not Alone.

It was one of those shifts. One that dragged on and on and was mostly spent with the nurses huddled together at the station, giggling over something ridiculous a patient said. It was low-key and low drama. Perfect for seasoned nurses; a real bore for new ones. Our manager, a gem of a lady, came through handing out shots of expresso to boost us.

We were all laughing and having fun when my charge nurse said quietly, “ Do you think we could move this group into bed 7?”

I looked at her surprised.

“How come?” I questioned immediately. Her response was equally quick.

“He was just made comfort measures, they are starting morphine … and he has no family here or that’s coming.”

We all immediately stopped lounging and got up. Our orientees dogging our steps, we filed into the room. All 9 of us on the floor. We took turns murmuring our hellos or simply squeezing his hand. He peered at us and nodded. He had been on our unit for a few weeks and we had all, at some point, encountered him. He was simply adorable. His wife had severe dementia and didn’t know him anymore. His only son was estranged. His neighbors had already said their goodbyes.

One of the nurses who had him the most leaned over to him and said quietly in his ear.

“Your wife is ok. She will be taken care of…” she paused and squeezed his hand, “You’re with friends now, ok?”

He opened his eyes and looked around glassy eyed as his oxygen levels dropped. 9 figures in blue surrounded him. He nodded briefly and closed his blue eyes.

“My friends.” He repeated to himself over and over.

Tears clouded every eye in the room and the ones closest laid a hand on him as we watched silently as the color drifted from his cheeks.

The new nurses looked around nervously as death came into the room. The rest of us were stoic with shimmers of tears threatening to spill over as we watched the last bit of life drain from his face.

I stepped back and discreetly surveyed the room. All eyes were either looking down or at him. Bittersweet smiles on their faces as they knew he was at peace. 9 nurses, side by side, grieved for this man whose family was unable to do so. It was in that moment that I could see how lost the hospital would be without nurses, how sterile and heartless it would become. I stood with 9 of my coworkers who work short staffed constantly and nearly half have been hit or bitten since I have worked with them. They are degraded, ignored and yelled at by patients, families and staff… and yet they are the most humane, sincere group I have ever known.

This patient died without family.

But he did not die alone.