Poem of the Day
MASK
The faces presented to this old world
often mask what is real inside
Inside reality
versus outside formality
Inward insecurity
Outward absurdity
The question is; what is real
What is showed or what is closed
The viewer please, approach with caution
Open eyes is one such option.
Poteau Continued: Our life in Poteau had not begun very well and in the three years we lived there, I lie not, it progressed from bad to worse. At this point I need to backtrack some to explain the situation. We arrived in Poteau June of 2000 after having lived at Carlisle Barracks where the Army War College is located. My husband is a Colonel in the Reserves and was chosen to attend the War College for a year. It was a wonderful experience and my husband was full of optimism when we arrived in Poteau. He had a job waiting in our previous location that he had worked at for thirteen years, but felt the job as VP was a step up and would prepare him for a presidency later. I on the other hand, knew that this was going to be a bad situation before we ever set foot in Poteau.
We moved into a caretaker's cottage for a month while trying to find a house. It was during this time that I developed a severe pain in my side. I tried to get into a doctor, but could not. Finally, as I had been warned, my husband had to call and get me an appointment. This doctor told me if I didn't feel better in a week, to come back. They did some lab work and a urinalysis and sent me on my way. By 5a.m. the next morning, I was in the emergency room in severe pain. The emergency room did some more lab work, another urinalysis, and a sonogram and discovered something in my urethra. I was informed there was blood in the urine and in fact, it had been there when I went to the doctor the day before. I was sent to a urologist in Ft. Smith the same day and let me tell you, I was scared to death. I had only been in Poteau around 2 weeks and already things were going wrong. First I couldn't get into a doctor, next I was misdiagnosed, and now I had to go to a specialist in Ft. Smith for something in my urethra. The emergency room loaded me up with pain shots and sent me on my way to Ft. Smith. The specialist there immediately informed me that I would need an operation. To make a long story short, I ended up having 3 operations; one in July, one in September, and one in October.
During the first operation, I was allergic to the medication given to patients previous to the operation, you know, the one that is supposed to calm you down; well it jacked me up good. I was wired instead of calm and on top of all that I was supposed to have had the operation at noon and didn't get in until 6p.m. that night. They put a stint in and the urologist told me I would need to see gynecologist. He said there were no kidney stones like he thought, but a very large cyst on the right ovary which had lain over on the urethra and pinched it off. The stint was to stop this from happening. Due to this, my urethra was way bigger than it was supposed to be and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
Stayed tuned for operation #2 of the Poteau Saga tomorrow.
MASK
The faces presented to this old world
often mask what is real inside
Inside reality
versus outside formality
Inward insecurity
Outward absurdity
The question is; what is real
What is showed or what is closed
The viewer please, approach with caution
Open eyes is one such option.
Poteau Continued: Our life in Poteau had not begun very well and in the three years we lived there, I lie not, it progressed from bad to worse. At this point I need to backtrack some to explain the situation. We arrived in Poteau June of 2000 after having lived at Carlisle Barracks where the Army War College is located. My husband is a Colonel in the Reserves and was chosen to attend the War College for a year. It was a wonderful experience and my husband was full of optimism when we arrived in Poteau. He had a job waiting in our previous location that he had worked at for thirteen years, but felt the job as VP was a step up and would prepare him for a presidency later. I on the other hand, knew that this was going to be a bad situation before we ever set foot in Poteau.
We moved into a caretaker's cottage for a month while trying to find a house. It was during this time that I developed a severe pain in my side. I tried to get into a doctor, but could not. Finally, as I had been warned, my husband had to call and get me an appointment. This doctor told me if I didn't feel better in a week, to come back. They did some lab work and a urinalysis and sent me on my way. By 5a.m. the next morning, I was in the emergency room in severe pain. The emergency room did some more lab work, another urinalysis, and a sonogram and discovered something in my urethra. I was informed there was blood in the urine and in fact, it had been there when I went to the doctor the day before. I was sent to a urologist in Ft. Smith the same day and let me tell you, I was scared to death. I had only been in Poteau around 2 weeks and already things were going wrong. First I couldn't get into a doctor, next I was misdiagnosed, and now I had to go to a specialist in Ft. Smith for something in my urethra. The emergency room loaded me up with pain shots and sent me on my way to Ft. Smith. The specialist there immediately informed me that I would need an operation. To make a long story short, I ended up having 3 operations; one in July, one in September, and one in October.
During the first operation, I was allergic to the medication given to patients previous to the operation, you know, the one that is supposed to calm you down; well it jacked me up good. I was wired instead of calm and on top of all that I was supposed to have had the operation at noon and didn't get in until 6p.m. that night. They put a stint in and the urologist told me I would need to see gynecologist. He said there were no kidney stones like he thought, but a very large cyst on the right ovary which had lain over on the urethra and pinched it off. The stint was to stop this from happening. Due to this, my urethra was way bigger than it was supposed to be and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
Stayed tuned for operation #2 of the Poteau Saga tomorrow.
posted by Mines Broken @ Wednesday, October 22, 2003
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