As you know, from time to time I publish content from emails I receive that I find amusing or has a message. This time I am sharing with you a poem that someone had posted as a comment on a story I read on CNSNews.com. This one is both amusing and has a message. Enjoy.
T'was the night before elections,
And all thru' the town,
Tempers were flaring
Emotions ran up and down.
I, in my bathrobe
With a cat in my lap,
Had shut off the TV,
Tired of political crap.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
While the events chronicled here are absolutely factual, the names of the doctors have been redacted for obvious reasons
Monday, May 7th - I looked up from my work, glanced at my watch and realized that I had ten minutes to catch my usual train home from the hospital where I work. I quickly grabbed my stuff, put my computer to sleep, and bid my coworkers goodnight. Since the downhill walk to the train is about 8 minutes, I was not too concerned; still I didn't saunter along, but proceeded with alacrity.
Arriving at the train station I noticed that my heart was racing, and I was puzzled because I didn't think that I was walking that fast. The train arrived and I got on, figuring I just needed a little rest to get my heart back to normal. I sat by the window staring at the passing scenery, feeling the unusual staccato pounding unabated in my chest. I took my pulse and it was racing at 155 beats a minute. Having been a paramedic in my younger days, I had an idea of what was happening, but I was not ready to admit it to myself. When I got off the train some 50 minutes later, the manic drummer was still pounding its incessant beat.