What is Methicillin-Resistant-Staphylococcus-Aureus
Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA), asometimes referred to as a super staph infection, is a specific strain of the Staphylococcus aureus bacterium that has develope...
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Wednesday November 25, 2009
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Please don't judge me only for who I am now.
A person who is sick and doesn't do much.
Please know that I did have a life once.
That I did love living life and had many goals and dreams.
Just like you.
Please know that I used to be very active.
I used to love to go in-line skating.
That I used to LOVE to dance
and did it as often as I could!
I even took lessons...line dancing, swing danci...5 Recommendations16 Comments -
THE MAGIC SMILE
THE SMILE YOU SEE UPON MY FACE
DOES NOT ERASE
MY PAIN
THE SMILE IS THERE
SO YOU WILL BE
MORE COMFORTABLE
WITH ME
THE SMILE IS THERE
TO PROTECT ME
FROM UNKIND WORDS
AND THOUGHTS THAT MAY BE
THE SMILE IS THERE
SO I WILL NOT HAVE
TO EXPLAIN
THE PAIN
THE SMILE WILL HELP
PREVENT
THE MOOD FROM CHANGING
TO GLOOM
AND DOOM
THE SMILE IS THERE
TO MAKE ME BLEND IN
AND FEEL
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Right after Thanksgiving in the early 1950s, my hometown became magical. It became filled with the magic of Christmas. It was everywhere! Downtown,,uptown,,all over town. There was a special place on a street just over from main street. An ordinary place most of the year, but at Christmas, the ordinary bike shop was one of the favorite places for children. Every night there was a line of cars wai...1 Recommendation1 Comment
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One of the fun things we did as kids at Christmastime was make apple Santas. What's an apple Santa, you ask? It's a Santa made with an apple. Clever, huh? What will we need?
1 big red delicious Christmas apple
Some marshmallows,,,the big ones
Whole cloves
Fresh cranberries
Cotton,,,not the balls,,the rolled kind
Red food coloring
Toothpicks
A few raisins, if you're adv...1 Recommendation1 Comment -
My husband wrote this song.
MRSA
Look at all the scars reminds me of the stars
Tired all the time living is my crime
Never feeling fine almost out of time
Now it's spreading all around
No cure can be found
Not much time left for me
Maybe enough to make you see
I wish they had let me die
With swollen face and sealed shut eye
Makes me want to curl and cry
I guess I'll give another try
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was sent this poem and thought I;de share it with all my dear friends...
IN GOD'S HANDS . . .
Rest in peace, my children,
Do not be gripped with fear;
For I, your God, am with you,
And I shall dry your tears.
For I will hold you closely,
Every woman, child or man;
Just look to Me, when you need peace,
You're in the palm of My hand.
Tho' the world seems to be falling,
And held in the grip of fea...1 Recommendation1 Comment -
Oh God
hurt me.
Rip me away.
Tear my soul
from my still life.
Scare my humanity
away.
Bleed my brains
and sear my flesh.
Break me down
make me bleed
make me cry
make me seethe.
Call me loser
pathetic
freak.
Beat me softly
smack me.
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Woke this morn, with a disease, perhaps airborne. It's MRSA. On the lower left gut. Not outta site on me butt, but in plain site on my gut. Better than April, when it was on my nuts. The pain is a drain. I crave the insane. The sleepy comfort of opiates. So be it. Boil number 47. Maybe the one that sends me to Heaven. The End1 Recommendation
