Creative Blogger Award

Getting to Know PuppyDoc…

5 Things One Should Know About PuppyDoc

♦ The nickname ‘Puppy’ was granted by her peers in medical school who stated that Phoebe was “loyal, affectionate, and playful…just like a real live puppy…”

♦ Despite having been chased by a machete-wielding villager (the villager had a nightmarish dream that PuppyDoc was a witch…bless his heart) and getting malaria and Dengue fever multiple times, PuppyDoc continues to aspire to volunteer abroad. 

♦ PuppyDoc has a very large, squishy, soft spot in her heart reserved for the elderly.

♦ PuppyDoc has a very fluffy, affectionate cat named Samantha, whom she loves very much.

♦ Above all, Phoebe loves medicine and hopes that she never loses the joy of caring for others…

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Thank you so much, Elaine, from Pocket Full of Words, for nominating me for this award. You have a wonderfully enjoyable blog. I encourage all bloggers to visit her site to get a taste of her beautiful writing!

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My Nominations for the Creative Blogger Award (Blogs I appreciate, in no particular order)

Amity of Amity-State of Mind

Annie of Gentle Kindness

Ameena of Randoms by a Random

Tux and his Human of Tux the Dapper Gent

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With love,

PuppyDoc

The Arrest.

A code called.
She races
as the seas part
for her crossing.

Reposed before her–
rhythm without pulse,
fluid without flow,

substance without life–
is you.

Invaded
as lines in your thigh

penetrate a pump paralyzed,
as tube between ashen lips
thrusts into stagnant air.
Poison pushed into a heart
quivering, she watches as

your chest rises
with the force

of each counterfeit breath.

The symphony begins.

Thump
Shock delivered.
Strike through the breast.
Voltage down your limbs.
Buoyant, jerking,
Each retort
a life feigned by lightening.

Crunch
Bones crush.
The carol of ribs,
a surrender to the fury
of each compression,

quickens with her pounding heart.
Each chord
a dissonant harmony.

Glazed are your eyes
as they pulsate
with the cadence of their dance.
She looks at you.
Pleads for you to return.
Prays to the god she plays.
But your eyes plead for something more.

You leave her.

The story ends.

And the orchestra leaves.

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◊ The Cardiac Arrest From a Patient’s Perspective ◊

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The arrest