Polly Monologue

On the very last house of Durberry Lane lived two sisters. The first sister’s name was MacKenzie. She had tanned skin as if she lived in California instead of Kansas. Her blonde hair went along with her Californian vibe. The second sister’s name was Penelope. She had her sister’s blonde hair, but with chocolate brown eyes and a face painted with freckles.

Maggie realized that if she had said no words or have not thought any thoughts, maybe she would forget how to speak too.

Hi Alice! How are you doing? Fine? I hope so.

An elongated car ride was taken to an abrupt halt as hyperventilation commenced. I compelled myself to pull over alongside a gravel road near hiking trails. My heart seemed as if it escaped my body, as it was pounding so profoundly against my chest. The news I had received had changed my life completely. Hot tears appeared instantly upon my cheeks, but my eyes were still.

Melinda, I also have the same concern when it comes to side effects and furthermore allergies. This issue can definetely be drawback as it can contribute to non-complience and perhaps even life threathening related to allergies. I think it would be difficult to determine which drug could be the trigger for such reactions. If I was to be the health care provider prescribing this pill I would take into consideration, if the patient had taken any of this drugs separatly prior, to make an assessment if weather it would be a good candidate for the polypill.

(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )

Willy was a hard man to love. I should know. I spent a majority of my life trying to understand him. Even up until the day he killed- passed away, I don’t understand why he would do such a thing. And to think, this morning I paid off the last of the house payment! What a man, leaving me to pay for the house and to eat all of the swiss cheese myself. More for me, I suppose!

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

I wander around the carnival the scent of corn dogs and cotton candy lingering in the air all around me. Tents and rides line the roads, colorful lights flashing from them. The laughter of children constantly echos through the air. Making the carnival feel as alive as the sun. Something hard bumps into my shoulder and I'm pushed into the grass. I look up to see panicked chocolate brown eyes looking back into mine, a blush creeps into my cheeks.

Pg. 3-4 I’m Scarlet. As you can tell by my name, I am a pair of red flats with diamonds on the front, and I want nothing more than to get out of this shop! I’ve been here for two years. Can you blame me?

“Sister Catherine! You have failed!” A voice boomed aloud as the a chair hung in midair with a frightened nun that sat on top. Without a warning, whatever was holding the chair in place was gone, and it crashed onto the floor. I quickly covered my eyes to hide from the horrific sight. The woman was surely dead and I did not want to see what was remained of her. Alice, a friend I made on my trip in France, started to scream and cry. I pulled out my phone to call the police while trying to drag Alice away from the scene. I told the woman on the other side what had happened and in no time, the sirens of the police were heard.

Mr. Y’s monologue reveals that he is experiencing many concerning health issues. His finding of a sore on his great toe indicates that he is suffering from complications of uncontrolled Diabetes. Nerve damage and poor circulation cause significant problems for patients with Diabetes including peripheral neuropathy, which is a common cause of foot ulcers (CDC). Treatment of painful peripheral neuropathy includes tricyclic medications as first-line therapy, followed by pregabalin/gabapentin and duloxetine, then tramadol and oxycodone (IDF, 2014). However, Mr. Y. is only experiencing pain when he puts his shoes on, therefore his treatment would be centered around controlling blood glucose, managing his current foot ulcer, and preventing future

A couple weeks ago I went to Charlie’s with some friends at two in the morning, it was a night that I will never forget. Around two in the morning, my friends were complaining of being hungry, so we decided that we were going to get something to eat. We decided on Charlie’s after a desultory argument of where to eat since Charlie’s is the only restaurant open at two. The drive to the restaurant was like no other I have ever had. My friends and I piled into my truck and my friends car, and we took off down the street heading toward Charlie’s, racing and blaring our music, so loud that people three miles away could've heard us. Driving down the street with no other cars was a scene that I am not used too. My attention kept getting pulled to

Pove is my name, and this, my bespectacled readers, is Luna, gentle, sunny, bubbling Luna, my Luna. This is the sonorous song in her laughter. This is the sun in her smiles. And yes, these are the bright, sparkling stars in her eyes.