#coat pockets

[thundercloudix]

Giving

I gave more than I took.

More of my heart, time, and worry.

And he left with it jingling in his pockets unoccupied that some might fall out.

Why would he care? He found someone else to give to, someone who gave him less than I did, yet he took it carefully and treasured it, locked it in a little box with beautiful gold engravings.

Yet in his coat the remains of my love lie, quite and perpetual.

And if he came back to visit wearing his coat, I would still fill his pockets.

-thundercloudix

[washingtonpost]

[candycanemiscreant]

straightishimaru replied to your post:mondo keeps rice in his pockets…… so manly…….. so...

he has pockets? what if he just stuffs it in his tank top.

he stuffs it in whereever it'll fit....

[vidadqgn-blog]

SOAP for Cardiology

SOAP for Cardiology features over 50 clinical problems with each case presented in an easy to read 2-page layout. Each step presents information on how that case would likely be handled. Questions under each category teach the students important steps in clinical care. The SOAP series is a unique resource that provides a step-by-step guide to learning how to properly document patient care. Covering the problems most commonly encountered on the wards, the text uses the familiar "SOAP" note format to record important clinical information and guide patient care. SOAP format puts the emphasis back on the patient's clinical problem, not the diagnosis. This series is a practical learning tool for proper clinical care, improving communication between physicians, and accurate documentation. The books not only teach students what to do, SOAP for Cardiology but also help them understand why. Students will find these books a "must-have" to keep in their white coat pockets for wards and clinics.

[andallmydaysaretraces]

My Coat Pockets

Each time I stick my hands in my pockets, my hand is greeted by little objects. Little memories. Little moments. Several corners of candy wrappers. From times when I ripped open the candy and couldn't be bothered to find a trash can to put the corner I'd ripped off into. A button. From a time when I'd bumped into a lamppost and the button of my coat had fallen onto the pavement. A couple of pennies. From times I'd gone out to coffee and just shoved the change in my pockets. A note. From earlier today. When I took my violin out of its case and under it was a folded piece of paper. I smiled and opened it. 'Chicken,' it read. 'Of course,' I said to myself. And laughed. Then chucked it into my coat pocket.