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	<title>The Pedestrian Poet &#187; shopping</title>
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		<title>Shopping Cart (Desperation)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 23:27:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is a baby crying Uttering wails of fear As its face contorts Screaming and screaming Sitting in a shopping cart In a nearby empty lot The baby looks around Twisting from side to side Bawling loudly As it screams for help But she doesn’t possess The words to yell Her tiny hands Gripping the [...]]]></description>
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There is a baby crying<br />
Uttering wails of fear<br />
As its face contorts<br />
Screaming and screaming<br />
Sitting in a shopping cart<br />
In a nearby empty lot<br />
The baby looks around<br />
Twisting from side to side<br />
Bawling loudly<br />
As it screams for help<br />
But she doesn’t possess<br />
The words to yell<br />
Her tiny hands<br />
Gripping the cold steel<br />
Of the handle bar<br />
Desperation etching<br />
Lines of age<br />
Into the infant’s<br />
Soft face<br />
The woman stands<br />
On the other side<br />
Of her car<br />
She slides down<br />
Against it as her body quakes<br />
Her tiny frame<br />
Rattled by her sobs<br />
That she snuffs out<br />
With a bony fist<br />
The mother sits crying<br />
Curled up into a ball<br />
Wondering<br />
If she should leave<br />
Can she do it<br />
Just walk away<br />
As her child screams<br />
She can’t take it<br />
She can’t do it anymore<br />
She is listening to her<br />
Precious baby wailing<br />
Just feet away<br />
Yet so very far from her<br />
The mother sits<br />
On the edge of a choice<br />
Between love and desperation<br />
She gave everything for her child<br />
And there is nothing left for her<br />
She can’t even feed herself now<br />
She has nothing left to give<br />
Except her love<br />
The infant<br />
And the mother<br />
Are separated by a car<br />
And a long space<br />
A need<br />
And a lack of everything<br />
Stands between them<br />
As they both cry<br />
Wishing for what<br />
Neither of them has<br />
Wondering what comes next</p>
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		<title>The Incompetence of Doctors and the Joy of Shopping</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 01:14:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>monica</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Alright so let me explain. I had an interesting day today, it consisted of several parts: School ( well duh, I go to school everyday) In school I did nothing but worry about the next step of the day. Doctor. Yes I went up to Stanford to go see a Hematologist to check out my [...]]]></description>
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<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-539" href="http://www.multer.com/people/monica/2009/the-incompetence-of-doctors-and-the-joy-of-shopping/img_5935/"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-539" title="IMG_5935" src="http://www.multer.com/people/monica/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/IMG_5935-200x300.jpg" alt="IMG_5935" width="200" height="300" /></a> <a rel="attachment wp-att-540" href="http://www.multer.com/people/monica/2009/the-incompetence-of-doctors-and-the-joy-of-shopping/img_5939/"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-540" title="IMG_5939" src="http://www.multer.com/people/monica/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/IMG_5939-200x300.jpg" alt="IMG_5939" width="200" height="300" /></a></p>
<p>Alright so let me explain. I had an interesting day today, it consisted of several parts:</p>
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<li>School ( well duh, I go to school everyday) In school I did nothing but worry about the next step of the day.</li>
<li>Doctor. Yes I went up to Stanford to go see a Hematologist to check out my blood. This was horrible, I thought I wasn&#8217;t getting blood drawn but instead I get there and they saw, <em>Oh, go down to the lab and get blood drawn</em>. I hate doing this, I had four drawn but I have to give credit where credit is due, the woman did a fantastic job. Then we go back up to the office where I meet the doctor. He basically tells me I am not anemic at all, and that isn&#8217;t the problem. Which I promptly ask, <em>Then what is? </em>His answer? <strong>I don&#8217;t know I am just a hematologist. </strong>My basic point, my other doctor has been B.S.ing me about being really anemic, I don&#8217;t even have to take the pills any more. Little to say, I am pissed out of my mind about wasting my own time, this new doctors time, and my parents money on an untrue diagnosis. Biggest part, <strong><em>I have no idea what is wrong with me and no leads to what happens next.</em><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Yeah, story of my life. Next step gets better though, this is why I love my mom</span></strong></li>
<li>Shopping. Do I need to say more? Apparently yes. For those of you that know me, you know I am not a huge fan of shopping. But this trip to Anthropology in Palo Alto cheered me right up. No, I was not dress shopping or buying ridiculously priced clothes. I was trying on extremely strange clothes and having my mom take pictures of me. Yes that is where the pictures came from. It was a lot of fun and cheered me up. Then I went around the store taking pictures for inspiration. I feel better now thanks to my mom.</li>
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<p>What next? Not sure, but I have some funny pictures now that I will be posting over the next few days. Weird clothes are pretty great. The blue coat thing, I don&#8217;t even know what that was, it had no arm holes except on the very bottom. And who doesn&#8217;t love odd felt and crocheted hats? I put like four different ridiculously decorated headbands on my head at once and it looked really funny!</p>
<p>Anyway, I am frustrated to hell with doctors currently and have pretty much lost faith in them. Oh well, at least I have some good pictures out of this.</p>
<p>P.S. I now know I don&#8217;t have a brain tumor&#8230;</p>
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