The day after the paramedics…

Found on Facebook

I have been annoyed by the attitude of the paramedic last night. What a waste of my thoughts. To a paramedic everything is black and white. I can talk to my doctor anytime time I choose. I can get a nebuliser just like that. They don’t ask how long Martin has lived here. They assume all is A OK. and they know everything.

Apart from the ones that say I know my condition best. They are fantastic.

I watched a Bluetit feed in my garden yesterday. It was magical. I didn’t have my camera with me. Much colder today.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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