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. 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.
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