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Found in: Complementary and Alternative Medicine : Ethics, the Patient, and the Physician

shelley09 — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 11:40:15 +0000

Found in Chapter 5:

On treating an Earache…

1000 AD- That root is heathen. Here- say this prayer.
1850 AD- That prayer is superstition. Here- Drink this potion.
1940 AD- That potion is snake oil. Here- take this pill.
1985 AD- That pill is infective. Here- take this antibiotic.
2000 AD- That antibiotic is unnecessary. Here- eat this root.

-a short history of medicine (Author Unknown)

I thought this was very fitting as to how medicine seems to have gone full circle.

A Callus.

shelley09 — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 20:15:53 +0000

Ever so slightly it’s heavier than before,

Not ignorant, just, un-tender

So suddenly I’ve noticed its silence,

Perhaps there is a callus… on my heart?

Though in my breast, my heart does beat

It’s not ever as it’s been before

It does not dance with nimble feet

But neither is it crying

It’s there and not there at the same time

Coming in and out of hiding

I feel it’s rhythm against my hand, yes it is moving.

But I can not feel it feeling

The Muppets!!!

shelley09 — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 05:45:04 +0000

So I was watching the Muppets, “Letters To Santa”, wish is about the muppets trying to get their Christmas letter to Santa on time. Just when they think they have failed the task Gonzo, and the one that looks like a bear of some kind start to sing a song called “I wish I Could Be Santa Clause” by Paul Williams, and then! Then Santa hears the song and comes to grant their seasons wishes. (yay) i thought the song was really sweet, and one that showed what Christmas is meant to be about; in my opinion at any rate ;P So i wanted to include it hear since it is the season after all!!

I Wish I Could Be Santa Claus.
For just one day.
I’d fill a bag with kindness.
And I’d give it all away.
I’d make the world a better place.
I’d do that if I could
I love the way it feels inside.
When I do Something good.

I Wish I Could Be Santa Claus
Imagine that.
Although I could not fill his boots.
I’d look great in his hat.
I’d love the milk and cookies.
And there’s one more thing I’d do.
I’d try to teach, the kids to be.
A little more like you.

We know that love.
Can bless the heart.
When tears begin to fall.
We know that love is the message of the season.
The greatest gift.
And yes, One size fits all

I wish we could be Santa Claus
Perhaps we can.
The job’s about giving.
Not the suit and not the man.

It’s all about the caring.
And the part that we can play.
Its spreading joy
And peace on earth
And love on Christmas day

I wish I could be Santa Claus

tick-tockity

shelley09 — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 06:36:46 +0000

Behind,
The clock is ticking, tocking
The hour passes by and by we come to lie
Between the numbers of a rest-felt slumber.

Kept up all night?

A Night Time Story

shelley09 — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 06:00:55 +0000

So, this blog really goes no where aha, I don’t do very good house keeping, and when I do remember that it exists all that seems to be posted is very bad poetry lol. i wonder if there’s any connection between those two things ;P let try something new. these are some stories i’ve been sorta writing but haven’t ever really done anything with soo, i figured i might as well start posting things like that here too and see what happens if anything ;P

The middle of the night, I sat on the cold tiled floor of the kitchen with no lights on. The house was talking to me, as I shifted my weight and position the tiles told me the one I sat on was loose. The bubbling in the fish tank from the next room told me I hadn’t put enough water back in to cover the filter, after changing it. The ceiling fan swished because i had forgotten to turn it off, as the furnace came on it grumbled and stalled, telling me it was too old and now needed the “umph” to get going. Even the dishwasher made a buzzing noise as if it was trying to draw in water but was only getting air. All it did was complain to me, and all I did was complain back at it.

Leaned against the cupboard with my arms hugging my knees I looked up to the leaky tap that was saying “the last person to wash their hands was careless” and said back at least you still have a use. You’re useful, even if your not looked after, as a leaky tap you have enough use to be taken advantage of. Sadly I bent my head and stared at my bare toes, cold from the tile floor as they went numb from my cramped position. You know somethings too useful when you don’t realize your not taking proper care of it I thought. Just when it’s nice and neglected, starts to brake down and give way beneath it’s own weight, you go to reach for it and realize it doesn’t work. So you try to find a new one, but its only after it’s too late to fix the old one that you realize, the new one will never work the same way the old one did. I let out a terribly long and exaggeratedly exhausted sigh; for a house so full of noise and complaints the sound echoed loudly. Or maybe the house was agreeing with me, that indeed it is exhausting to sit up to all hours of the night putting ones self down. The green numbers on the micro wave changed to 2:41 AM but i remember feeling like the time had stopped and everything was still, yet the numbers kept changing and apparently that meant time was somehow passing. I remember the moment well, the stillness when i looked at my arms and thought my heart is still beating, the pulse is still there somehow that must mean i’m alive, but i don’t feel alive. How do i really know i’m living?

That night i slept in the bath tub with my pillow, my teddy bear, and a large blanket. Somehow i always felt safer there, that no one could make me do things i didn’t want to because i was in the bathroom, and there privacy was justified.If i cried there with the door locked no one would ever know except me, the toilet and the shower curtain that complained each time you slid it across that the plastic coating on the shower bar was cracking and dropped little bits of plastic into the tub. However the next morning the first one to the bathroom was always greeted with a strange surprise.

Highway Birdy in Grey

shelley09 — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 02:59:29 +0000

I saw a bird on flight of wing.

Whether or not the bird did sing, a sour note through the air did ring.

It cracked as a lonely howl, it clapped as a gust of wind.

A song wafted aloft, set loose in the air.

It faded and shaded a colour; unexpectedly bright to be seen in the absence of light.

October 15, 2009

shelley09 — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 18:26:35 +0000

If you knew what was inside the places that i hide, you’d be crying to

I feel weak, I feel sick, scared, wrong and broken, full of words that go unspoken.

They leave me to cry, too scared to speak; sickening fear, crippling emotion, head throbbing, that leaves you shivering cold. It creeps up the back of my throat and swells in my stomach, fear; a crippling emotion.

If I throw up, would it be crawling on the floor, or be replenished with more?

My head, it’s hung with my knees touching my chest. Agitation…ticking, itching, aching, it grows with unknowing looming over my head its not dull, its not sharp, but spreading with acidic warmth, radiating from within.

Oblige me; make it stop.

Its a crippling fear and what do I do when I cant stand up? Nothing but cry until the crying stops. Then purposely forget, pretend, become the facade, when there is no cure for fear…

Hold my breath don’t take anymore in. Count. Count, until the pain stops the shaking stops the uncertainty lifts and fear has left me.

…what remains, is never the same but I want it to be I fear a change…but I fear, so I must be alive and did not die.

second blog!

shelley09 — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 01:30:17 +0000

so, i don’t have a new poem or anything yet but i’ve started another blog! and thought i would post that link on this blog ahah makes sence right? sorta? what ever this is it http://28dogdaysofveganism.wordpress.com/ but i should let you know its very differnt from this blog. instead of “expression” its more about be becoming a ginny pig to see what veganism is all about in my quest to be healthy!

…its written for you.

shelley09 — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 13:15:39 +0000

Consuming is a worry

Such a stressful thing

It creeps up within you

To cringe at your woes

A woe of stress

A cry set free

A focal point of worry

Blots out the positive

Like smog does light

Headaches it causes

Of mind numbing dumbness

To the likes of which it delights

In over thought and rethought notions

That are recycled in our heads

Consuming is the worry I have for my friend

A part of her, I squint to tell

I know her well?

Distant is she, as am I

So I worry that it worries her so

To be last and not first

Might be a silly thing

Before it repeats, repeats, repeats

In sets a mind numbing dumbness

The distance becomes wedged wider

Pulled farther, as stitches are stressed

The threads snap

The talking stops, is sparse

Do you recognize me?

There is self doubt

The thoughts turn over

And rethought notions spin round in her head

From what I can tell

She worries and fears

To be forgotten

Consuming is my worry to lose my dear friend

By my own neglect

I do not pretend

Though the light is dim

I outstretch my hand

Hoping, hoping you’ll still recognize it

When we encounter

I am caring for you

And have come to bring you closer

A trust that I fear to lose

So I’ve decided

To concern myself, with you.

Poems in the Air.

shelley09 — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:33:59 +0000

I was feeling crafty the other day and started writing poems and since Janet has encouraged me to keep up with this blog, I’ve decided to post them here. M’kay so there are three different ones but they don’t have tittles or anything so I put an arrow where each new one starts.

→

A lonely loneliness, the disappointed kind,

Sad and don’t want to admit why…

After You’ve gone, You’ll come again.

I hope You always do.

Keeping the sensations, I’ll be waiting…

Thinking if You tenderly.

Know of, belief of, trusting, in You.

→
Something’s missing, I’m missing you.

Sometimes there’s not enough, there is too little

Of the you plus me, is us together.

Stay a little longer, get lost in our moment

Stay…and be with me

I want to see, keep looking deeper finding

The little peaces, the shades that colour your tones

Not enough time

To hold and cherish every aspect of a together.

To be affectionate of every endearing moment discovered.

To share, to argue, to understand, to caress, to talk…

To walk side by side as one two by two.

→

I like it best, that I like you best.

No time to stay, no time to play

I’m greedy with you…and lonely when you’re gone.

Miss you, see you soon.

Yup thats it for todays lameness ;P