Author Matthew Heneghan

Listen to this episode of my podcast, A Medic’s Mind, Episode 51: Natalie Harris https://anchor.fm/AMedicsMind/episodes/Episode-51-Natalie-Harris-e2ruuf

Alpha one-four, you’re responding… Alpha one-four, we’re dispatching you to… Alpha one-four, please head toward… Alpha one-four, you’re getting a trip… The ghostly orations of dispatch were jostling within my ears; remnants of all we had been to that night so far. I was standing out back of the hospital…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and although the night’s sky was clear and the horizon silent, his thoughts were alive and clattering with memories of home. He remembered his mother’s fresh bread slowly rising while he and his sisters sat impatiently waiting for the eventual feast around the crooked wooden…

I didn’t know how to feel when I hung up the phone. I felt as though I had done the right thing, but the right thing felt confusing to me; surreal, I guess… I sat in silence on the edge of my bed with a beer rested between my feet.…

The warm torrent of falling water gently manipulated itself around my hands before encircling the drain and gurgling into the unknown. I had been standing at the sink washing my hands and wrists for entirely too long, I knew that. But part of me was imprisoned by thought. There was…

I’ve been thinking about numbers a lot lately. Specific numbers. Numbers that now have significant meaning to me. To you, they may be arbitrary. To me, they are everything. For example; 25,150 – this number will now forever hold a poignant place within the fractured landscape of my heart. I…

First, the lights. Then, the clattering voices. After that, the confirmation… As I was swaddled away, safely within the confines of my apartment, an invader came. No, not a burglar nor a robber. It was not the entity of man that had entered my apartment – it was the hollowed…

The room was heavy in anticipation. All eyes were on us. Thing is, we were not the main attraction at all… In fact, we were desultory witnesses too, in a way… the only difference being that we had an onus of responsibility to interact with the show unfolding before us…

One of my most prominent features of having PTSD, is depression. The two cognate and thus choose to court me on dates where my permission is seemingly not a factor of importance. I have no say in when their romance blossoms into an absolute confetti of chaos within me. The…