This poem is about how I went to my doctor today to investigate as to why I had the sudden flashes of pain that were so vivid and reminded me of the tumor back in 1994.
He came in, So wonderful and NOT MAD or anything! I was estatic!
We had a heart to heart discussion about pharmacy and medicine I was taking. So many pills, He reminds me. I take out a shot, to give myself. An alcohol swab too. He walks over and gives it to me. No qualms. Most doctors won't do that these days.
I did not get a chance to say "Thank you, Dr. Krusz."
Written June 3rd, 2004 5pm CST All rights reserved Becca Henry
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Reviewed by Timothy Houlahan (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2004
I guess soon you will be able to chat to him about your tablets in more detail huh ?
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D