Magnetic Poetry

I have three “lucky pieces” that have served me throughout my life. I have an old Gumby bendy toy that sat every test in veterinary school with me. I have a bag of polished worry-stones that was given to me by my first boyfriend when I was fifteen. And I have the silver unicorn pendant….

Things are better than yesterday, but only because I refuse to return to the place that was making me miserable. It’s a situation akin to addiction; I need that place, but it’s bad for me. I need these people, I’ve come to rely on and place my trust in many of the regulars there. But…

I spent a lazy evening last night sitting around on the patio, reading The DaVinci Code (which is turning out to be rather disappointing, after all the hype I’d heard about it). Poor Clueless watched as I read, hoping that I’d break down and let him come out for a while. I would have too,…

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I don’t know how many of you wander over to the forum area. It’s a nice place to hang out on lonely days sometimes. Anyhow, during a discussion over there, one diarist at DD complained that the name she wanted was taken by someone who only ever made a couple of entries to their diary…

This has not been one of my better days. The paracentesis went poorly. They only got five and a quarter liters out of me, and the anesthetic block wore off before they were done. Dr. Liver tried to reposition the needle to get a better flow going, but it didn’t work and he had to…