Best Uti Poems
Life was beautiful
Typical teenager
Junior year 2003
Living life’
Walking the halls
Feeling confident
One morning
Walking up the stairs
Lost my breath
Fighting for air
Went to the clinic
Test said negative
Wish it would’ve been positive
Second opinion
UTI
I would’ve accepted that
Day before thanksgiving
Wasn’t feeling thankful
My body was dying
Drowning in its toxins
I woke to a blurry worry
I could hear
But my vision vanish
I couldn’t breathe
Kept my cool
Saving my mama
Heartbreak
Went back to bed
Praying this a dream
This nightmare go away
I knew I was dying
I feared the worst
Sleeping to my death
Which was hours away
My lifeless body shutting down
Midnight follow me
Dogs sense death
She waited for me
By the bathroom
My fears came true
Sounds of the water
No flow
No drop
My world stop
Mama push me to get ready
It took me hour to dress
I had to follow everyone voice
I realize I was really blind
Mama kept asking
Look at her
Had to fight to find her
I finally did
Doctor hit me with a blow
A blow I couldn’t take
She was in tears
She couldn’t get the words out
End Stage Renal Failure
E
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R
D
I could’ve died a thousand deaths
No words could explain my pain
How did I end up here
16 years old
Felt hopeless
Denial angry
Felt angry
Felt robbed
Robbed of my dreams
Air force
Kids
Family
For some reason
I really like to drive,
and ever since I was sixteen,
when I get behind the wheel
feel free and alive...
Only once had an accident
when I was seventeen,
pulling out too fast of the driveway,
into my parents car I careened,
thank God it was minor damage
and my Dad was able to pop
the dent out with a hammer,
got a stern look and talking to
but kept me out of the slammer,
Have driven some Dodges and Chevy
cars in the past, but lately drive
a Ford Focus because its
much better on the gas...
Have driven in about all of the
states on the east coast,
and when I go once a year
to visit some family
its destination L.I., New York,
Out west have driven through
Texas, Oklahoma, Arizona
and even California,
reason being my husband
back then went to a school
called UTI in Phoenix, Arizona...
Probably the most traveled
interstate in the east being I-75 and I-24,
which is one of the biggest
trucking routes that I know of by far,
and I truly admire truck drivers
driving their 18 wheelers
up and down the highways and interstates,
they just scare me a bit
when they get too close,
driving as if my car was
truck driver bait...
I even thought once about
becoming a truck driver
but that was a fleeting idea
that lost most of its appeal,
because the more I thought of it
wouldn't really like that career,
especially since they're all
probably pretty heavy from
constantly being behind the wheel,
and when I stop at those truck stops
I can't help but notice,
that the truck drivers not only
buy toothpaste for their teeth,
but also preparation H
for their hemorrhoids...
My son and I just came home
from Chattanooga, Tenn.,
and thank God we both
arrived home safely and in one piece,
because even though I love to drive
can't understand why people
fly by me doing 80 like in an emergency,
unless someone in the car
has to use a restroom or
is about to deliver a baby...
and lately when I drive
around Moccasin Bend
feel a little more on edge
and on the offensive,
because its like driving on the autobahn
or being in the Indy 500!
Remember, don't text and drive because you want to arrive alive…:)
P.S. Happy 60th Birthday Interstate System!
I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette. She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman. I miss her already, deeply.
She died on January 24th, 2009 at 10:30 p.m. due to complications of a UTI that went
septic through her system, and a blood clot that formed in her foot. She suffered and
painfully fought for three weeks... she was facing multiple amputations of all her limbs
and multiple organ failure. She was only 61.
My heart was imprinted greatly with her love and I am thankful for her. She made me so
much of who I am today.
Letting Go
by Amy Swanson
Letting go
of things that I
once held dear, believed in
My soul
stripped bare
in agony, for all the world to see
Heart beats
yet
it feels so cold inside
Silence
sits like stone
in my spirit.
Life has led us
on this
journey...
but one lonely road
sought us out with furious speed;
A road that was not wanted or desired.
How can you
be so accepting?
How can you
not be angry, as I am?
How can you
... still believe?
...and how will I
ever again believe...?
I feel as though life took a wrong turn...
or someone didn't write the script correctly...
it wasn't supposed to be this way.
I weep
great sobbing tears
that threaten to rip out my very essence
The pain so sharp
like knives of ice
The judgment harsh
unfair and undeserved
Sternly....
mercilessly...
delivered.
They say that there is peace in death
but there was none
only cruel suffering
that should not have been allowed;
torment inflicted
poor bruised body
until
so still you lay...
life was no more.
I ask, "What meaning can there be?"
I strain to hear the answer
but there is no response...
only unwavering silence.
A part of me will never be the same.
Existence I now view with different eyes.
Never have I felt
Better than I do now
I journey to the heavens
And I am not looking down..
As I rise up in the sky
The smoke gets in my eyes
I get blinded by the light
But then I reach paradise..
Everything is beautiful
And everything is mine
But if you defy me you fool
I will shatter your spine!
Now I want more
Though I know I shouldn’t
But I’ve become even more
Restless and impudent..
And as the world spins
Gently out of control
Tomorrow these things
Will have to take their toll..
But tonight I have the power
Y’all hail me king
Until I am sober
The world is mine for the taking!
There are certain people I like to hang out with, that I could hang out with all day, every day. And there are some people I could hang out with for five minutes and be good for the next day or two. I won’t list any names.
People always think that I’m interested in what they are, even when I’m not. They continuously shovel their thoughts into my head and forcefully pour their lives down my throat. I guess I should be honored that people are sharing their thoughts and problems with me, but I'm not. Am I qualified to know that you have a UTI? Is it really necessary to critique my outfit, when I’ve said repeatedly that I don’t care about how I look?
Why me?
Why must you spew forth the oil of your life, contaminating the water of mine?
Why me?
Why must you make a big ordeal about my water bottle, but joke that you’re not going to confiscate it? Why must you humiliate me? I already didn’t like you, and now I hate you.
I hate you for making me feel singled out.
I hate you for making me feel like an idiot.
I hate you for calling me out on something everyone does.
I hate you for thinking that I am a psychologist or a counselor.
I hate you for involving me into quarrels and relationships.
I hate you for rejecting me from conversations and then being bitter when I don't partake.
I hate you for believing that I am just okay with this wishy-washy nonsense.
I hate you for not understanding that I have feelings, and a life, and a voice, and a logical part of my brain that is telling me to stop talking to you because this is an unhealthy relationship.
I hate you for making me believe that I am not special.
I hate you for making me know that I am not special. That I will not amount to anything other than what you call me.
I hate you for making me feel that I don’t belong. That I’m not smart enough or cool enough.
I hate you for not seeing me as a person.
August 25, 2017
What means Spermatorrhoea??
Excessive emission of semen without org-sm or er-ction.
Semen is a whitish fluid that contains sperm.
Spermatorrhea is a disorder in males where an individual
experiences involuntary ejaculation or release of semen
without er-ction.Epithelial cells per high power field(HPF)
in your urine.Having a moderate number or many cells may
indicate:a yeast or urinary tract infection(UTI)kidney or liver disease.
The senses of a nurse are many.
They are used to help, heal, comfort and console.
The healing "touch" we strive so hard to find initially soon becomes second
nature.
The ability to relieve pain, even if we have to cause a little in the beginning.
The constricted tightness of pedal edema determined with a single finger.
The quick heel tap upon a newborn babe that brings forth a quick, sharp cry.
The ability to discern the pulse of life, yes or no?
A nurse will see many thing through her career, some good, some not.
The yellowed skin of jaundice, a raging case of cellulitis, the cyanotic lips and
nails of a lunger, or the tears streaming down the cheeks of loved ones as the
final breath is drawn.
A nurse's ear is tuned to many things, some, all at once.
The rush of life giving air into the lungs, the bowels as they awaken after surgery,
the constant blip of the weak heart in the ICU, silent words not spoken by a
stroke victim, or the prayers, both silent and spoken of a grieving widow.
The nose of a nurse knows many scents.
From the fetid pungency of the neglected suppurative wound, the distinctive odor
of a UTI, G.I. bleed, and C-Diff, to the freshly powdered neonate, that brings forth
the mental images of our own children, the fresh bacon in the cafeteria after a
long hard night and the deliciously seductive scent of fresh coffee at all hours of
the day.
Lastly, the innate sense of a nurse that she learned to listen to early on, whether
it be a deafening roar or a feeble whisper in her soul, she listens to them both
innately, and acts upon them, sometimes, not knowing why, unable to explain.
The senses of a nurse are strong, nurtured and developed as an extension of
her being.