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A COLD START TO THE NEW YEAR/2019

10/1/2019

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Welcome to 2019 and what a start to the new year. They say that bad luck comes in threes so here they come;

1.      I’ve put on so much weight that I must start paying for Slimming World again, as I am way over my target boundaries.
2.      My microwave died on me, so I had to buy a new one, just after my warranty had expired.
3.      I have had the most unobliging and miserable cold, which has knocked me for six and all in the first week of 2019.
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So, I’ve written a poem about my cold. You may recognise some of the symptoms, which are dire!
                     

INSIDIOUS DEMON.!

First the heat;

Bubbling, pouring
Through my pores.
Suffocating!
Followed by the downward spiral
Of ice- cold chills.
 Flotsam shivering through my aching bones.
Then the tense build-up of annoyance.
Hesitant,
Awkward,
Shy
Until it can’t be contained.
A rocket fuelled sneeze
Explodes!
Leaving me shaken and stirred.

And waiting patiently;
 the sweltering heat,
And ice- cold chills.


Next, realisation hits.
My throat;
A raging thirst.
Lemon liquid, razor sharp slices over
A rasp of 100’s and 1000’s
Tiny paper cuts,
Drenched with salt and vinegar.

And still waiting patiently;
The sweltering heat,
And ice- cold chills.


Then my mouth- sore;
Hot chilli pepper burning.
Taste buds decimated.
And my teeth;
Constantly covered in a sticky slime,
Festering!
No matter how many times I clean them.

And waiting patiently
The sweltering heat,
And ice -cold chills.


Now my nose
 A bulbous Rudolph red
With infected mucus
Trickling,
Dripping,
Running.
Irritating;
Across soft tissue
Swelling painfully.

And waiting patiently
The sweltering heat,
And ice -cold chills.


Then my eyes;
Simply throb and hurt.
My ears pressurised
To def-con level.
My sinuses enflamed;
As they stretch
My dry skin tight.

And waiting patiently
The sweltering heat,
And ice- cold chills.


Now, inside my head
My brain; replaced by a thick duvet,
Whilst
Soft cotton wool webbing
Strangles
Nerves, thoughts and decisions.

And waiting patiently 
The sweltering heat,
And ice- cold chills.


Finally, the tiredness!
Overwhelming;
Energy drained like a flat battery
No kick starts,
Just mind- numbing lethargy
Limp and lacklustre.

And still it continues,
The sweltering heat,
And ice- cold chills.

 
1 Comment
Barry Seddon link
10/1/2019 10:21:25 pm

Ugh! Too-too vivid. Now you've given it me....

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