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By Paul Millard
This week, I was sick. Read all about my close shave with death!
A personal story of my experience with addiction and the negative views of others who believe that Methadone and other drugs for the treatment of addiction is simply trading one addiction for another. I provide insight into the daily life of an addict and how drugs like Methadone, suboxen or...
We are the Controller of our own issues...
Here is a great Book Review of a book entitled "No Safety In Numbers", written by Dayna Lorentz. I will tell you what I thought of the book without giving too much away. Leave a like and comment if possible.
This article is an exposure to bronchitis to its depths
Article | Updated Feb 19, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shane P
It's not what you think....
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2013 | Reads: 55 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 10
I'm not sick
I feel fine
I just have allergies thats all
I dont want to go to sleep early
I drink enough, I eat my veggies
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A little letter To Mr Freshers Flu
Poetry | Updated Dec 6, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
My kids were sick with the flu and I had to write about it.
We all feel better today. Just want to share a little mom crazyness...and am thankful to have support and such awesome kids.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
A song about the ups and downs of missing a new health card/flu shot. Can be sung to the tune of cactus in the valley by Lights.
By M W Mccoy
Starting with a seemingly routine crime scene of a slaughtered Suit and his Furniture, Detective Bruce Throne is rapidly drawn into a deep conspiracy reaching from the heights of Soylent Medical to the slums of the overpopulated Fringes. Puzzle pieces of stolen Aztec gold, the super-flu, lost...
By K Flu
A quick poem about the one "thing".... we are all ashamed to talk about.
By Stephie Ann Gardner
Poetry | Updated Dec 22, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Just about somebody who is ill and who is troubled by the noises of the house.
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Taylor, Iâ€™m 23 Years Old And Iâ€™ve Seen Countless People Dieâ€
The Institute Is A Medical Hell. Set In 2010, Recent Times, Humans Are Experimented On To Search For New Medical Break-Through. The Institute Was Abandoned By The Government In 2008 And Since...