Designated Doodler

I am a hoarder of seconds On the border of boredom Learning life's long lessons Or maybe just ignoring them The carpet is reminiscent of oatmeal The walls are a green, yellow, beige, In the distance keystrokes clack, As someone talks, sniffles, turns a page The TV on the wall is so loud I can't focus on this poem It goes on and on about diabetes, In a loop, like a drone. Take me home. Let's go home. In the air hangs a yawning despair, Not even it wants to be here. It would rather be out there Past the portrait windows In the open air The longer I wait, The more I sedate Until I'm a fixture of the room Like the composite desk in the corner, The green plastic-armed chairs, Or the fake pink flowers, forever abloom.

If brown recluses are called recluses why did one show up and bite my Dad? As if he doesn't have enough to deal with, you know, with the whole cancer thing and compromised immune system...that stupid brown recluse had to go and bite his leg. So now he has a sort of "hole" in his leg. The spider bite occurred in October and he still has this open wound. So naturally I'm a little more worried than I normally am. Spider/insect bites are especially nasty to those with cancer and Dad has gone down many avenues trying to get this thing "fixed" or "closed" or healed. And it's not going that great. They took him off the cancer medicine to try and jumpstart his immune system into healing the bite but his platelets are going too low and if they get below a certain number, he won't be allowed back on the cancer medicine (which was working well for him). And every time he goes to some new doctor they want to scrape stuff and take samples, and t...