To be fair my poetry ROCKS, I am tempted to post some that is how anti Emily Dickenson it is. It's FUNNY and interesting and I like poetry as you "can't go on TOO long" (well talk to Homer but it shuts me right up. Or Goethe that dude should NOT have been taught to WRITE even.)
But yeah it's my BOOK that would blight the world.
Holy crap my day was Schizoaffective ADHD my DAY I mean not me. I was kinda okay. But, I was busy NON stop and half the time it was like "kids as nice and sweet as you could see" but the other half it was like, "WE HATE YOU ON CONTACT."
Seriously I talked to this one lady and on sentence five she grabbed her kids and was like, "I am LEAVING now." I was like, "OMG I am so sorry I have no clue what I DID but I am SORRY!" (It's kinda scary when a patient does that. I also ruined several adolescent lives apparently.
It was so bad I went STRESS SHOPPING over lunch. Had to pick up a prescription, like looked at my watch and said "I am going to that clothing store I have been told about." It was freaking GREAT. Super low prices with like, the best service you would ever see.
I might not have gotten
through the day without it but I have 3 new tops and a crazy hippie tunic I even ORDERED from the warehouse because it was so cool but not in my size.
I am glad I went. Stress shopping is not stress SMOKING and I smell better. But holy madness goodness I had PTSD by the end of the day just by not knowing what the HECK was going to be behind door number whatever. The lion or the other thing I forget.
The happy patients just made the sad ones sadder.
Oh well some days are like that and I labored my .... off I saw more than many PROVIDERS.
Eek.
If I posted a poem only the Knot would hate it heh,
Anna