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Urinalysis: What Peeing on a Stick Can Tell you About Your Body’s Level of Hydration and Wellness.

The Other Day I Peed on a Stick

The other day I peed on a stick

and when I peed on the stick

I knew my blood was like poison,

but without my medication,

I’ll go crazy.

I’ll never be the girl in the movie who throws up,

pees on a stick, then says,

honey? I’m pregnant! And runs to her lover.

Buys bitty shoes.

Buys bitty hats.

I’ll never read aloud to my belly,

then deny doing such a silly thing.

I won’t look into a tiny face and see a glimmer of me,

of my mother,

of my husband.

I won’t be looking at someone I will love forever.

Someone to give the world to.

Someone for whom

I’d make sure

the world was something to fall in love with.

Trump is the President-elect.

I peed on a stick

and when I peed on the stick

I knew my blood was like poison

and I’d spare a child all sorts of deformity, sickness.

I waited the two minutes

you have to wait,


what if he changes everything?

What if someday I can’t get an abortion,

my blood like poison?

This is an excerpt from a poem by Rae Rose the author of Bi Polar Disorder for Beginners. Her body is an emotional, physical and medical battle ground. It is too toxic to grow a healthy baby, yet serves as a political tool in a debate dominated by men. My blog is not about any of these issues. It is about peeing on sticks. It is a reminder though that life could be