My stomach is a stormy ocean
and I am an ocean liner,
furniture sliding left and right,
Captain stands firmly at the helm,
aiming for calm,
hoping the ship
does not betray his confidence.
I’ve fallen into a fog
that fills my head with cotton
and adds sandpaper to my throat.
Bed sounds like such a good idea,
but work requires my presence.
Mentally, I’m home, buried under quilts.
Physically, I supervise workers,
who all wish they were home in bed.
We may lack spirit for spirit week;
but today is pajama day.
Our bodies are mostly water
and my head is swimming as I lie.
Consciousness swirling in eddies,
I’m drowning in myself.
a sniff, a sneeze
and then a cough.
Pass a tissue, please?
Snuffling with fuzzy head,
her frigid feet
in search of heat,
she creeps, shivering between the sheets.
Piled high with fill from sheep and geese
duvets do not suffice to thaw her feet of ice.
As her teeth tremble a timpanic tintannabulation
of unsympathetic vibrations
She seeks cessation of sensation
in the oblivion of sleep.
in the spare bed
preserving the sleep
of the regular bed mate
thankful for the heat of
who don’t complain
when I cough.
when love first entangled
that rapture yields both
blessing and anguish?
dashed by disability,
Watching beloved baby
and the love that begat
all the suffering
lies so tangled
that it’s difficult to
find it at all.
head in vice
waves of fire engulf me,
then ebb, and I’m left drenched
boiling in my skin
head in vice
I’m home sick today. This is why. 😦 These debilitating waves have been coming all morning. It’s horrible. I was in bed until noon, when the need for pain killer forced me to move. It is not pretty. I hope you’re having a much better day!
I have been sick this week. It seemed at times as if my skin had been removed, pummelled with a tenderizing mallet, then wrapped back over my bones, mashed into place with a good whack to my lower back..
I am very much looking forward to a return to health, which I hope happens very soon.