Writer's Haiku on a Thursday.

words swirl in my head

they coalesce, come alive

writing gives me life

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Happy Thursday. 

Random morning haiku.

I like who I am

Got loving eyes of my own

that say, "You're enough."

Life isn't perfect

but it's more sunshine than rain

and more joy than pain

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Happy Thursday.

Hurricane Haiku.

Sandy hit Georgia

Blew Obama off my lawn

stormy agenda

Top Ten: The week in haiku.

Phone conversation:

"Haiku, Dad. No, Daddy, you didn't miss anything on my last post. It's a form of, like, poetry. You know, haiku. I think it's Japanese. You break each line into syllables. Like this:

Five syllables first

Seven syllables second

Five syllables last. 

Get it? No?! The point? It's poetry, Dad. Does poetry need a point? No, everything doesn't need a point. . .  . . sigh." 

So much for that.

But for the rest of you, I bring you a few moments from my life this week in haiku. ('Cause I'm all renaissance like that.) Wait. . .uh. . .haiku isn't exactly renaissance is it? Err. . .oh well.

TOP TEN RANDOMS 
FROM THIS WEEK 

IN THE FORM OF HAIKU 

(and what I learned or thought about after)

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#10  Oh, de toilet.

One child vomiting

By midnight, one became two

and also two ends

Lessons learned:  Regardless of what you think, it is possible for diarrhea--if explosive enough--to land on the wall several feet away from the commode. Particularly if you are five years old and sent into the loo unattended.

#9  It's a date.

I love the Oscars

Over Billy Crystal though

but not Scorsese

Two cents:  My other favorite part is sending text messages back and forth during the show--especially with my partner in award show-watching crime, Nikki.

#8  Slo-Jo.

Still trying to run

Today was my best ever!

Wanna be Flo-Jo

Lesson learned:  My friend Stacy H. told me that maybe I have been trying to run too fast. Today I set out and ran so slow that I am sure I looked totally ridiculous. But! I didn't have to walk as much! Yay! And no I didn't go very far but for me it was a milestone. Yay me!


#7 The Golden Girls.

Broke bread with girlfriends

All Grady doctor girlfriends

But all off the clock

Two cents:  Every woman there had at least ten years under her belt at Grady. That means over a decade of friendship. In that time, we've celebrated each other as we've had babies, won awards, gotten married and even had more babies. But most of all we simply support and root for one another. That's something to toast to!

#6  I didn't read that in People!!

Seen on the Oscars!

Cameron and P. Diddy?!

Well, alrighty then.

Two cents:  Whaaaaatt???? OMG!! Cameron Diaz and Jennifer Lopez presented together!!  Like both with P-Diddy pillow talk to share! Eeeww!! But they did both look a-mazing!! (Okay, clearly Nikki and I are the only ones who think this is OMG and newsworthy!)


#5  Excuse me, miss.

"I'm Dr. Manning."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Manning."

"Nice to meet you, too."

Two cents:  "Miss" can be a term of endearment depending upon who says it.

#4  Sleep is for wimps.

Bed interrupted

All roads lead to Mommy's bed

Sick kids are sleep thieves

Lesson learned: Mommy + two vomit-prone boys plastered to her side on one fourth of the bed does not seem to be fair. All in love might be fair, but not in our bed when the kids are sick.

#3  Best. Job. Ever.

Small group Gamma

Fun with my small groups

Teaching, laughing, so much joy

Especially joy

Two cents: Having a longitudinal teaching experience with my small group medical students has been so unbelievably special. I genuinely love every last one of them.

Small group Beta

#2  Textapalooza.

Some epic texting

With my dear profesora

that might change the world

Two cents:  Oh, profesora. I cherish you so. I know you will read this. And then you will text me. And I will text you right back with many heart emoticons. Because you are a wonderful person and friend with so many qualities I aspire to have. I'm so proud of you.

#1  Virtual village.

Dark words hit like fists

But you all stood beside me

and showed me the truth

Lesson learned: Writing here has opened me to a new form of community. But the way you all came to my side last week? Your words, your comments, your emails, your text messages? It reminded me quickly that love wins. I wasn't soliciting those kumbayah messages and comments, but dammit they came at a time when I truly needed them. Thank you for being a part of my village.

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Happy Sunday night at the Oscars!

Haiku on a Monday morning : Fresh.

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Another Monday

Another chance to become

The me I strive for

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Haiku on a Friday: The Lost Ones.

You might win some, but you really lost one
You just lost one, it's so silly how come?
When it's all done, did you really gain from
what you done done? It's so silly how come?
You just lost one. . . .

from Lauryn Hill's "Lost Ones"

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How many bloggers out there secretly clap when they see a new follower? (Me!) 

What about losing a follower? Raise your hand if you notice? (Me!)

I know. . .you're so not supposed to care. (Is it totally neurotic to even notice?) This is kind of like the "un-friending" thing on Facebook (which I am not on.) Should "un-friend" even be in our lexicon? Sigh. Yet another reason Facebook isn't for me. . . I'm waaaay too sensitive!

Now. . . (tapping the mike). . . .to creatively deal with my feelings of rejection, I bring you some Friday haiku. . . .ah hem. . . me me me me. . . .

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Lost a follower . . . .

Sigh. Was it something I said?

I need a hug, man.

And speaking of things I miss. . . .a little more Lauryn H. for you on a Friday, too. 
(One of my internal iPod songs) Happy Weekend to those who remain!

Early morning Haiku on a Day Off: Already Awesome.

An early morning

Complete with superheroes

is already great.

Early morning Haiku on a Thursday before Going to Grady: Priorities

Waiting for school bus

Mommy first, and then doctor

Have to keep that straight. . . .

Haiku on the Morning of a Grady Short-call Admission Day: Great Expectations

Six new admissions

Six new friends? Or foes perhaps?

Only rounds will tell. . . .

Reflection on a Sunday: Early Morning Haiku on the 15th Day Rounding on Grady Wards

Keep hitting the snooze


Cuddling versus rounding?


Weekends blur with weeks. . . .

Morning Haiku: Reflections on What I Heard This Morning Before Even Getting Inside of Grady Hospital

acrylic on canvas by my brother, Will Draper, DVM 6/94
(who must have intuitively known that I was destined to be a Grady doctor)

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Sounds while walking in:


"Doctor, can you spare some change?"


"I like your hair-do."

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I love this job. :)

Reflection on a Sunday: Haiku on the First Day of Grady Wards

Entering the wards


God, help me help my patients


For I am just one