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Poem of the Day number seventeen: There Were Two Ghostesses, by Anonymous

Poem of the Day number sixteen: The Three Little Kittens, by Eliza Lee Follen

Up till now I’ve been reading from a library ebook, but it’s due soon so I bought my own copy. It’s only about $3! If you buy it too, consider buying from bookshop.org to support local bookstores.

Poem of the Day number fifteen: Nurse’s Song by William Blaze

Poem of the Day number fourteen: Whisky Frisky, by Anonymous

Poem of the Day number thirteen: A Frisky Lamb, by Christina Rossetti. Perfect for a Spring day!

Stay home, wash your hands, be safe!

Poem of the Day, number twelve: Trees, by Sara Coleridge

I just took a shower and washed my hair for the first time in 10 or maybe 12 days! Yay!!!

Poem of the Day number 11: Trees, by Joyce Kilmer

I am safely home again after emergency brain surgery. I had a burr hole craniotomy to relieve pressure in my skull that was caused by a mysterious subdural hematoma. Funny hair-do is because half my hair is gone and I have an alarming Frankenstein’s Monster wound, and I don’t want to scare anyone! Also have not washed my hair in nine days. Yikes.

I hope all my friends and listeners are safe during this global Covid-19 pandemic. Please please please shelter in place, wear a mask if you must go out, and wash your hands obsessively.

My hospital, UCSF, is braced for impact but every nurse, doctor, cleaning person, and food service person is showing up and doing their job to keep us well. Please do your part to stop the spread!

Poem of the Day number ten: A Wee Little Worm by James Whitcomb Riley.

This one is short enough for you all to memorize and recite it to everyone you know :)

Poem of the Day, number nine: What Do We Plant? by Henry Abbey.

I love this poem! I’m still in the ICCU at UCSF. Notice that one braid is thicker than the other? We had to cut off most of my hair on one side because the surgeon put some kind of insoluble sticky stuff in my hair and it turned into an impenetrable glob! Oh well. It’ll be a new fashion. :)

Poem of the Day, number eight. Mr. Finney’s Turnip, by Anonymous (that means we don’t know who wrote it).

Coming to you from the Intensive Cardiac Care Unit at UCSF, where I had skull surgery yesterday to relieve pressure on my brain caused by a subdural hematoma. Google it! :)

Hello this is Future Kara checking in from 2023 (still alive and living in Portland Oregon with wonderful Dave!). I was just looking at some of these old posts and noticed that I didn’t mention my SECOND trip to the ER with my subdural hematoma. On April 1, 2020 my scary symptoms got worse so Marcos drove me to the UCSF emergency room, where they rushed me in for emergency brain surgery. April 1st is easy to remember!

The surgery went fine and I stayed in the ICU for about a week while crud drained out of my skull. Had a partly-shaved head and a honking big scar for a while. Good times. Meanwhile the world was enduring the first of many Covid lockdowns…