My blood count keeps dropping. They know why. Yet they just keep sending me on from doctor to doctor.
I wish they would just fix it. My primary care doc wanted to put me in another hospital and was talking transfusion- I am battling it out at home, doing what I can and trying to figure out my next move. I really, really wish dealing with the medical system wasn't so much like Chess. Because I totally suck at Chess.
In short: I am one whipped puppy right now.
But to tide you over until my next post- a little something I just finished.
It started as one line that came to me earlier tonight, watching the leaves fall to the ground beneath the weight of a truly bone-chilling rain.
Hope you like it, and hope you've all had a good week, whatever you've been up to, and an even better weekend.
There is no time but spring, said she
all others are just longing
exists no hour save twilight
-stars to hold me until morning
There is no life but love, said he
-too meaningless a thing
the moon can only mourn as I
for she who dreams of spring
Over endless oceans deep
veils of cloud-mist shield
the dawn from tears of autumn skies
dead leaves beneath her yield
'Tis spring for him at least, thinks she
on rambling walks he'll roam
sunlight falling o'er his face
as would my kisses, were I home.
February Grace, 2011
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