Green walls and narrow doorways greeted Windy as she looked down the long hallway of the small hospital. She wouldn’t believe this is where Doc had been practicing for the last ten years. She had always assumed he’d had a more formal setting, for some reason, knowing Doc Grey, his mentor, as she did.
The medical field may be a good career path for some and maybe not. I chose not to go into the medical field because I like to be more flexible with my life and less emotional. It is one of those decisions that should be considered with a lot of research beforehand.
Medical? We already DID medical. That was yesterday’s word. What’s today’s word? How am I supposed to get up every morning and practice writing if you don’t bother changing the subject?
I’m forced into being disappointed and writing on the same word again in a different way. Where’s the fun in that?
The viagra and the time just seemed to coordinate. My lover he’s a sleep now after waiting patiently in a room of wine. Now I wrestle with the idea of waking him up. But forget it and complete this birthday disaster with a little help from mr right.
Still feel amputated. I can’t shake the sense of relief. The virus is gone. And I’m still breathing. An arm is a small price to pay for freedom. Now it’s time to make my way.
“Heartbreak isn’t a medical condition, sweetheart,” my mother used to tell me.
“Well it should be,” I replied, “for this is the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt before.”
Of course they died horrible deaths, those men and women in orange shirts. Yep. They tried to put the word orange in every book in some guy’s house. Bad Karma resulted. Medical attention did not help them. Karma!
This was the worst kind of drama he could deal with right now. His life was complicated enough with out a medical issue to deal with. Much less one like this. Hope, the doc said have hope. That’s kind of hard when they show you a picture of a tumor the size of a grapefruit stuffed in your head.
A struggle to save the child. She had been hit by a car. Her medical status was grim. It would take a miracle to save her. The machines let out a slow beep. A priest comes says a prayer the machine shows the heart has started again a miracle. The doctors cry out in shock and awe. That is the power of God explains the priest as the girl opens her eyes and smiles I saw God she tells her parents.
i have a lot of medical problems. when i was 12 i was supposed to go get a physical before i could try out for volleyball. the same day my check up was scheduled, i was to go with my father to the beach. when the urine test came back that i had a trace of keytones in my system, my plans were changed. instead of the beach, that was the day i was to learn about how i’ll be spending the rest of my life with type 1 diabetes.
The medical advice given by doctors is always suspect. Was the doctor the one to make the opinion or was it the nursing staff and office staff who had an unfavorable opinion of the patient and his relatives making the demand?
you taste like spam and I had chocolate for breakfast which is good because studies have shown that dark chocolate is good for you…for some reason or toher. but that means, you can’t really eat sugar just the bitter stuff that is smooth against your mouth. give me a bar of mint dark chocolate. YUM.
Marijuana is the first thing I think of, and now I want to know more about the Laitn root, medi – my thought is it means to separate…i wonder. Those purple lines are sweet at the bottom.
Medical processes are often not well thought out. Many doctors tend to treat young children with the wrong diagnosis and often leads to the child being worse then he originally was.
Green walls and narrow doorways greeted Windy as she looked down the long hallway of the small hospital. She wouldn’t believe this is where Doc had been practicing for the last ten years. She had always assumed he’d had a more formal setting, for some reason, knowing Doc Grey, his mentor, as she did.
The medical field may be a good career path for some and maybe not. I chose not to go into the medical field because I like to be more flexible with my life and less emotional. It is one of those decisions that should be considered with a lot of research beforehand.
Medical? We already DID medical. That was yesterday’s word. What’s today’s word? How am I supposed to get up every morning and practice writing if you don’t bother changing the subject?
I’m forced into being disappointed and writing on the same word again in a different way. Where’s the fun in that?
The viagra and the time just seemed to coordinate. My lover he’s a sleep now after waiting patiently in a room of wine. Now I wrestle with the idea of waking him up. But forget it and complete this birthday disaster with a little help from mr right.
Still feel amputated. I can’t shake the sense of relief. The virus is gone. And I’m still breathing. An arm is a small price to pay for freedom. Now it’s time to make my way.
“Heartbreak isn’t a medical condition, sweetheart,” my mother used to tell me.
“Well it should be,” I replied, “for this is the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt before.”
Of course they died horrible deaths, those men and women in orange shirts. Yep. They tried to put the word orange in every book in some guy’s house. Bad Karma resulted. Medical attention did not help them. Karma!
All the men and women in their orange T-shirts carrying orange books died and knew they were going to die. True. Karma at work. Yep.
All the men and women wearing orange t-shirts died a horrible death. Karma.
This was the worst kind of drama he could deal with right now. His life was complicated enough with out a medical issue to deal with. Much less one like this. Hope, the doc said have hope. That’s kind of hard when they show you a picture of a tumor the size of a grapefruit stuffed in your head.
A struggle to save the child. She had been hit by a car. Her medical status was grim. It would take a miracle to save her. The machines let out a slow beep. A priest comes says a prayer the machine shows the heart has started again a miracle. The doctors cry out in shock and awe. That is the power of God explains the priest as the girl opens her eyes and smiles I saw God she tells her parents.
this was yesterday’s word.
i want a new word.
more than medical.
how about medicinal.
what’s god for us is good for us.
feeling sterile with this word
and blame-y.
ugh. words dish my feelings up to the surface and i’m stuck.
un-anger myself now.
it’s just letters — medical — letters.
i have a lot of medical problems. when i was 12 i was supposed to go get a physical before i could try out for volleyball. the same day my check up was scheduled, i was to go with my father to the beach. when the urine test came back that i had a trace of keytones in my system, my plans were changed. instead of the beach, that was the day i was to learn about how i’ll be spending the rest of my life with type 1 diabetes.
The medical advice given by doctors is always suspect. Was the doctor the one to make the opinion or was it the nursing staff and office staff who had an unfavorable opinion of the patient and his relatives making the demand?
you taste like spam and I had chocolate for breakfast which is good because studies have shown that dark chocolate is good for you…for some reason or toher. but that means, you can’t really eat sugar just the bitter stuff that is smooth against your mouth. give me a bar of mint dark chocolate. YUM.
Medical is having to do with medicine. Someone could say, “She needs medical help!”
Marijuana is the first thing I think of, and now I want to know more about the Laitn root, medi – my thought is it means to separate…i wonder. Those purple lines are sweet at the bottom.
Medical processes are often not well thought out. Many doctors tend to treat young children with the wrong diagnosis and often leads to the child being worse then he originally was.
it takes many years to become a medical professional.
I think puppies and kittens are cute.
ummmm medical is ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm medical is i dont know.