Being Sick Does Not Suit Me
I take another pill because the last one did not kick in fast enough.
Fourth nap of the day, feel disappointed when I wake up.
What do I have to do to get rid of this pain?
I am grumpy, and irritable.
My husband hides from me.
I have had a malady too long; I am exhausted and angry.
I do not care what happens next,
I am ready to close my eyes and rest
in a permanent way
My hobbies are not fun.
People have stopped visiting.
There is no purpose to my life.
I take another nap, and a few more pills.
When I wake up I am disoriented.
Is it day time or night? Do I even care?
I hear a tiny voice on my answering machine.
It is my four-year-old grandson.
I hop out of bed and give him a Facetime call.
As soon as I see his beaming smile, I know I want to live.
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