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Pulling a prank on your wife is bad for your health!

Earlier this week I took a walk in the wild side and pulled a prank on my wife. If you’ve been following our YouTube journey you know that my wife has pulled pranks on me in the past. Well I finally got the nerve to prank her back! I actually did it and managed to survive lol.  I’m sure she is going to kill me as soon as possible. Check out our Youtube video here!!!

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Spectres and phantoms

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The inner city sky is set ablaze by the firefly orbs held within/
Quiet strangled the streets/
Only faint echoes of automotive ghosts wail in the distance/
One can smell it, the sky will cry soon/
That’s when the spectre will hunt/
Cloaked in the blue Laws, he prowls/
Shining his light on all that is fowl/
Ready strike with ferocity in the night/
Full of bravado, pride, and yes fright/
Scared of what he may or may not have to do is the spectre’s life/
But his prey, the phantom, has his own strife/
He must straddle the thin line of evil and good/
Fill the flame-riddled streets with bacteria, or live peacefully misunderstood/
Some of the phantoms will spread their outbreak, sending the Spectre into a frenzy/
His fear will cause all phantoms to wear the guise of am enemy/
The misunderstood will lose their innocence/
The spectre will lose his benevolence/
And the bacteria now takes prevalence in the once peaceful inner city streets/
No longer can the phantom walk them and feel safe/
No longer can the spectre feel capable without force/
No longer quiet are our streets under the flames/
Soon the sky will cry as we deflect the fallen names/
Oh what I wouldn’t give to just have those skies set ablaze again/
One without the spectres and phantoms living in sin.

Poetic Ice

Things Vet Techs Don’t Like Volume 12

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It’s me Poetic Ice again, and this volume isn’t like the others. It’s more serious. Every technician has probably been through this and understands what this post is about. With that said, let’s get into it.

Loss of a loved one

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The cute little five year old rug rat pictured above is my own Dachshund named Diva. The queen of cuddles, the craver of chicken, and the  bane of bath time! My dachshund was never a dog, she didn’t get the memo. She was a person who had an enormous amount of hair.

I got her from my sister after my then fiancee begged, pleaded, and finally convinced me to get her. She was the first serious mutual commitment we had together. She meant the world to us. She also came at a time when I was taking vet assistant classes so she was my study buddy/test dummy. I learned a lot with this pup at my side.  After getting into the Veterinary profession and learning a lot about our long friend I took every possible measure to prevent her from having any kind of back issue. I gave her plenty of controlled (safe) exercise, gave her a good diet to prevent excessive weight gain, and TRIED to prevent her from jumping on everything possible. For five years I had this battle won. She was the healthiest little runt around.

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But a couple weeks ago my word changed, as my efforts proved all for naught. I to this day don’t know how my puppy was hurt, but she must have had an accident outside playing because she started showing signs of Intervertebral Disc Disease. Her back was hunched and she couldn’t lift her head up. I took her to my job to get her examined and the diagnosis was made. The normal treatment track was taken then. Muscle relaxers, steroids, and pain medications. Strict cage rest and leash walks only. For the next three weeks we played the awful game of wait and see. Every day she would either scream in pain all day, or seem like she’s getting better. All the while no matter how much pain she was in she would wag her tail and be happy to see my wife and I. No matter how my pup felt she was trying to he happy for us. This made it all the more worse being a Vet Tech. I knew nothing short of a surgery I couldn’t afford would help her, but I’ve seen pets take this route and improve. That just wasn’t the case this time.

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Her condition kept worsening so my wife and I made the hardest decision we’ve ever had to. We brought her to my job to be relieved of her suffering. Thanks to my amazing coworkers this was easier, but it was still hard. It was hard as hell to do. I’ve done this process from the other side for years, and have probably become somewhat desensitized. That scar tissue of desensitization was ripped off and I was a fresh open wound of emotion again. My wife and I are still reeling from the event. I’ve even been affected at work. I witnessed an emergency humane euthanasia, and felt like I was going through it all over again. Whatever edge I had over the years is gone currently. The pit of my stomach held a feeling I couldn’t understand until writing this. It was a feeling of despair from not being able to save my own pet, yet I clock in everyday to do just that for others. But that isn’t it, it’s the despair fighting against my passion for this job, and the love I had for my own lovable Diva.  It’s a moment of intense sadness that’s combating against years of joyful memories and experiences. sadness and despair that will turn to lessons in life, and won’t leave me defeated for too long. My Diva wouldn’t want that, if she found me like this she be busy shoving her wet nose in my face and licking me non-stop.

But it still hurts… and It’s one major thing Vet Techs Don’t Like.

-Poetic Ice

-If you have experienced a loss of a loved one, my heart goes out to you. I pray you get through your dark times, I hope we get through them together.

 

I Spy

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I Spy with my little eye

Cell Phone footage depicting a young man die

Video of a people yelling WorldStar!! Instead of Why?

 

I Spy with my little eye

Tiny Cameras making violence a spectacle to see

With cheap data plans it’s damn near for free

 

I spy with my little eye

A society in need of rebooting

Especially after the addition of 9 more angels after a church shooting

 

I spy with my little eye

A world desensitized to acts of vulgarity and malice

A world where to many focus on achieving suction on their phallus

 

I spy with my little eye

A world where the youth are stolen and slain

A sick act that leaves families forever in pain

 

I spy with my little eye

A world ripe with sin

Sin that transcends the limits of the color of skin

 

I spy with my little eye

Tiny Cameras that capture the distrust of law enforcement

Showcasing the individuals of police brutality endorsement

 

I spy with my little eye

Fear and uncertainty in the worlds little eyes

All asking is this the day one of my friends dies?

 

I spy with my little eye

A world sick and deranged

And I ask you cell phone camera, is it too late for us to change?

 

Poetic Ice

 

Sleep Vison

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Nocturnal visions, or dreams are some of the most powerful forms of imagery on this earth. Being a writer, I draw a lot of inspiration from my dreams. But sometimes dreams are so powerful they are confusing or immensely frightening that wake us in a cold sweat. Now I say frightening but I dont mean a nightmare. I mean a series of images that are truly a fear inducing dream. I see a nightmare as a blast of one fearful event to another, but a frightening dream sucks you into this world of false security then you’re dragged through a fear so damn real that you can’t function. One is left immobile as it slowly releases its grip on your mind

, and you are wiping sweat and trying to figure out what you just witnessed.

I’m a member of the Christian faith so dreams of certain images are very moving. Dreaming of seeing the saviour, Jesus Christ,  is one that often brings people to tears. But dreams of the Christianity end times event, the Apocalypse, is what brings you to wake in terror. Some have been moved to start cult and spread mass fear and paranoia because of their dreams.

I won’t be doing that but I did have a dream of the end. The sky burned a deep crimson then was blacked in a thick cloud cover. Beings of pure light and beauty walked amongst us, angels, and they started taking people to heaven. Others engaged in warfare with demons that frothed out of cracks in the earth. War lasted years, and all the while the hands of the lord would part the clouds and smite the demons that were too powerful for the angels, or to gather more wayward souls and take them to heaven. This dream seemed to last forever and I can’t even begin to describe how terrifying those demons were. I was wrapped up in a battle with angels at my back and demons bearing down on me until the hand of creation ushered me from the battlefield and into the clouds. It ended well, but being in that battle and seeing what I did was the scariest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’m still trying to process what I just dreamt and what it could mean truly.

Have you ever had a frightful dream that just rips your psyche a new one then releases you to think about it all day? Let me know

Thats my 2 cents on the matter

Poetic Ice

weakness

Weakness has gathered in the heart of thee

Exposing the human being his fragility

It’s not the Human’s fault

The universe is what puts his heart under assault

The quaking sea of our soul can’t settle with ease

Especially when it’s engorged with ripples of disease

Many a mortal have developed a cure

But the deadliest remain elusive and evil at its most pure

It’s the incurable evil that makes man want to break

Especially when it’s a loved one’s life at stake

What makes you feel weak is the inability to invoke change

This leads is what makes us psychotic and deranged

You pull your hair and scream why

Feeling like you will soon die

The truth is, the fertile weakness has birthed fear

Fear that you’ll lose something that to you is dear

Who do you turn to when you are afraid?

What do you do when you are undergoing this raid?

The only thing you can do is steel your mind

Strengthen your resolve and leave that fear behind.

Abandon the fear of not being able to do anything.

No this will not prevent the maladies fate will bring

But you can become a version of strong.

Strong enough to deal with the universe’s wrong

A strength to make you able to speak

Speak loud in protest when the universe has made you weak

The dark dank evil of the universe of the evil created diseases

But it’s the human thing to protest it and not let it do as it pleases

 

Anxiety Attack

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Unconscious, sleep/
Lost in a dream deep/
Images, vivid/
All induce rage, Make you livid/
Pressure, chest/
Demons put its integrity to the test/
Soul, drain/
As your essence is consumed you feel pain/
Cognitive, anxiety/
Rapid breaths, falling tears, but no help from society/
Help, None/
Without aid in this land of no sun/
Life, Hack/
Demons have decoded you and you’re under attack/
Fear, immense/
Your adrenaline pumps as your throat closes, intense/
Degenerating, health
You’re starting to go black, losing since of self/
Enemy, Fed/
Sated on your life force leaving you dead/
Sun, Bright/
You awake, soul bombarded with light/
Cough, Hack/
No clue why, but you just survived a slumbering anxiety attack/

Poetic Ice