While walking to school
I was thinking about last weekend
- it was great. we did nothing -
and I stumbled on uneven pavement
it was a trip down memory lane
I was wearing a dress and I skinned my left knee badly
Charles, walking with me, grimaced at the blood
- which almost made me laugh
he wanted to call a car but I doughtily soldiered on,
scraped, bleeding and cursing my own clumsiness
If people noticed they didn’t point, stare
or barf at the grizzly sight
at school, I went straight to the ladies,
and washed it with soap and water
sticking pieces of toilet paper to the worst of it
to stop the bleeding and then limping to class
in emergency medicine, that toilet paper
would be called an ‘immediately sterile’ cover.
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Songs for this:
Walk Like an Egyptian - The Bangles
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Each year I made a Christmas playlist.
If you like Christmas tunes, please enjoy the Christmas feels!
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_35.mp3
Happy Holidays Everyone!
The snow is silent
The waiting room is empty,
Crash in the ER
Zookeepers have the best jobs
They're surrounded by animals of every kind
~ Noah's number on speed dial
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention
Sitting in overnight emergency ward
Front row seats for drama unfolding nonstop
Almost forgetting why I came
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
[ Should I write it? ]
If I.N.S. is going to:
kidnap, drug and deposit me on the wrong side of the Mexican border, I might get serious about the value of verbal persuasions!!!
I'm not of Mexican heritage but my "Hispanic" ("American" Caribbean-Indigenous) tanning might be enough for the inbred Southern bing-bang neanderthal spoon-challenged cretins they're hiring and I end up in God's country - ( CHOCOLATE - COFFEE - COCAINE . . . ? - ¿ NOT PUNISHMENT)¡!¡
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If 13 falls on Friday
it's unlucky as seen by some
others resilience new beginnings
and good fortune soon to come
1 rolled twice on 2 dice
pips are spotted as snake eyes
yet viewed as somewhat square
4 points to compass seasons winds and size
7 powerful in its prime
holds significance profound
religious cultural and psychological
as indoctrinated beliefs abound
master 11 the smallest numeral
with 3 syllables known
and smile when you dial
999 the UK emergency phone
for crying out loud 3's a crowd
and I have it on good authority
21 is a positive milestone
for mostly the majority
0 was merely a placeholder
to Babylonians and the Maya
not uncovered 'til ca. 628 CE
it enabled the world to count much higher
10 is considered base perfection
but the number some like least
if you choose to believe it
is 666 — sign of the Beast
numb butterfingers
need inflatable buoys
attached to their phones
to stop the silly slip dips
to which dumb users are prone
I walk from work a smile upon my face
a busy shift, 'Emergency' the place.
Where sick and injured come in through the door
and we are always ready to care for.
Alarms are sounding, monitors beep, beep,
all beds are full, and to their needs we leap.
Check vital signs, the temp, pulse, and BP
take blood, a urine test, an ECG.
Put in an I.V. Cannula I will
if veins are difficult, it takes some skill.
Next, take them to Xray to have a scan
or, if their bladder's full offer a pan.
For pain, give medication, reassess?
but if they vomit, I'll clean up their mess.
For patient comfort always tops the list,
and to ensure this happens I'll assist.
When cold, a nice warm blanket brings a smile
sometimes I'll hold their hand a little while.
With reassuring voice allay their fears,
if they're upset then wipe away their tears.
Write up my notes including all I've done,
hand over to the next nurse one by one.
The hours seem to quickly run away
and soon my shift is finished for the day.
I'll say goodbye to patients in my care
be glad, that on this day I have been there.
I walk from work a smile upon my face
A busy shift, Emergency the place.
If ever presented with a platter of choices
I shall choose a certain kind of calmness.
Unlike the one which holds leaves together before storm,
I choose the kind mingled on faces of ambulance drivers
Of my hometown.
If I got hit by a car 2 years ago,
I would’ve called you.
And I would’ve ranted about how the driver was drunk
and I wasn’t even in the road,
and you’d make a joke about how he was aiming for me
to get my number from the insurance company.
And it would make me laugh hard enough
to forget my legs were broken.
If we ever made it to college,
you’d have been my emergency contact.
But 2 years ago,
I got hit by something worse than a car
and you didn’t pick up the phone,
so I had to deal with a broken spirit and no cure.
So, I’m grateful 2 years ago my contact was my mom,
but what do I do now?
Because I’m scared no one will answer my calls,
no matter who I write down.
In 1 week, it will have been 2 years since we fell apart,
and I always hoped I’d have a new contact by now.
And I do,
someone that made me wonder
why I ever wanted to call you in the first place.
Psalm 50:15
massive snowfall
winter's blanket covers all
blackouts everywhere
Hard to park a plane
Emergency at the beach
To an unreal lane.
If you ever had to go there
It would give your mom such a scare
If when they cut off your clothes
From your head down to your toes
You had on holey underwear
Morning Emergency
The siren didn’t sound;
There was no alarm,
But an emergency there was,
And it had caused some harm.
The pull-up was pulled down
Removed and even thrown.
Danger! Danger!
Poo poo bomb!
Detonated in the home.
Sister soundly sleeping,
Didn’t even flinch,
As poo poo air goes wafting.
Oh, my! What a stench!
Poo poo in the bed.
Poo poo on the floor.
Poo poo on the wall.
Poo poo by the door.
Baby laughs and dances,
Fanny brownly bare.
She doesn’t seem to smell it,
Poo poo in the air.
“I’m up,” she yells
With delight,
“Mama come and see.
Hurry up and get me,
I think I have to pee.”
~ Judy Bausch
My Beautiful One, don’t bask in the glory of the victory,
As you know,
our hearts collided accidentally,
Just be a little bit patient,
to remove your roots from my body
otherwise, I will soon undergo emergency surgery
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