Sick

Cough drops, salt water, Chloraseptic Max,

strep throat, pain pills, loads of Mucinex,

low energy like I am ninety years old,

and I can't decide if I'm too hot or too cold.

The hardest part is probably just getting out of bed.

It feels like there's a second heart beating inside my head.

Couldn't even sleep because it stings when I swallow.

I've been through all the symptoms. At least no more can follow.

I wrote this while I was influenced by disease.

The effects of the aches have left me very displeased.

Guess I'll have some soup. It is great for the throat.

Crap, everything tastes awful! My taste buds are broke.

Now I can't even eat! You have got to be kidding me.

Taking vacation in eleven days. Better heal in a week.

Starting to get the chills. I should slip on a shirt.

That shall do the trick. It will keep me warm for sure.

Turns out I was wrong. Go to gather thirty blankets.

Pile them all on top of me like fur coats on rabbits.

Now I can't move my limbs. Have to take all but two off

so I can take Ibuprofen to tune out my headthrob.

Drugs are guzzled, meds ingested, it just gets half better.

I can't mend this on my own. The antidote lies in prayer.