As I set getting an I.V. , a man with a staple gun sat across from me.
Mommy left for a minute or so.
I had a seizure.
When I came back the man with the staple gun stapled 20 pounds of advice papers to my chest.
Mommy came back and the man pointed to what he had done and said, " she needs that."
Mommy said, " well I don't know about that but my daughter needs to breathe , thats for sure".
Mommy tore the 20 pounds of advice off my chest, and I felt much better as I could then breathe.
I had become nearly purple.
As we left Mommy turns to the staple gun man and says, " We do the best we can",
We went home.
This is an intense poem.
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