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Surgery
After my morning shower, I noticed blood from my middle toe
(the one beside the big toe) I bent down the nail was loosened
I pulled it off and I thought of Socrates.
In a few days, I need a new battery in my pacemaker, a small surgery
when doctors say small, be aware.
I friend of mine, the late actor Clive Dunn, went into hospital for a small
surgery that became so serious he died of it.
I also have to see a doctor about my diabetes
she would see my missing nail I have a ready excuse bumping into a threshold.
Now I got morbid if they cut my right ankle off how could I drive
My car is fully automatic, so I sat on the sofa trying how it was possible
Only the right foot got in the way, but I proved it was feasible.
I put my shoes on and walked about the flat, no pain, perhaps the aching
was caused by the loose nail, which I cured with betadine.
I know I’m playing for time minimizing my illnesses trying to make light
of the oncoming.
Aches and pains, pains and aches
Is this what old age is about?
What about sailing off into the sunset
Instead we complain about gout
It hasn't been bad at least not for me
Been one of the fortunate ones
Count all my blessings every damn night
Each morn I welcome the sun
Why me I ask, how come I'm the one
Escaping old age symptoms
Like gall stones, cholesterol, and diabetes
A lifetime most can't fathom
One day, that day will descend upon me
Hope it's quick and painless
A sissy I am and I always have been
Perhaps I'll continue to be blessed
Aches and pains, pains and aches
Is this what old age is about?
Now that I’m sixty years old,
I need two things
To survive another day,
My Bible and some black coffee,
Would I add some cognac?
Writing is not that important,
I have to walk every day,
To treat my diabetes,
Now that I’m sixty years old,
I like to smell the roses, mauve ones,
Thinking of my dear sisters,
I need two things,
My Bible and some black coffee.
Maintenant, que j’ai soixante ans,
J’ai besoin de deux choses
Pour survivre un autre jour,
Ma Bible et du café noir,
Ajouterais je du cognac ?
Écrire n’est pas si important,
Je dois marcher chaque jour,
Pour soigner mon diabète,
Maintenant que j’ai soixante ans,
J’aime sentir les roses, mauves,
Penser à mes chères sœurs,
J’ai besoin de deux choses,
Ma Bible et du café noir.
Tarahumara Indians are the best runners in the world
They are light of foot and body,
Super fit, in terrific shape.
They are healthy beyond healthy,
Snaking over rocky terrain,
They are limber, lean and stealthy.
But when they move off the mountain,
Worse, begin eating processed foods,
And stop running around the mountain tops
They get into unhealthy trouble
Their muscles rapidly turn into fat.
Distorting into a person they no longer know
Run back to your Mountaintop, Young men!
Run, Tarahumara Women, run and do not look back!
If we thought we could keep up
We would be right behind you.
Since I've turned 3 quarters of a century old
And have a hole in my heart I'm told
Sitting on top of that a small tumor
This definitely isn't a run away rumor
I am old and slightly fat(well some say obese)
Controlled diabetes on top of that
Hypertension makes its mark
Sometimes I even seem smart .
Then coronavirus hit the world
It set our lives in a whirl
So grocery shopping is done online
It takes me twice as much time
I carefully place my total order
After asking my husband if he needs water
And my grandson what snacks needed
Then click the button and I 've conceded
In a few days we ride to acquire
What the staff at Wally World think I desire
Well, I may not have tissue to wipe
my nose and my derriere but some grapes(what luck!)
Each week I play Russian Roulette
With exactly what I will get
I hope the circumstances play a part
For my husband likes me shopping a la carte
I may even buy a small camera
Slip it in and say I ordered Samera(he'd never know)
I could start getting more of what I desire
Less to cook so we can eat like a highflyer(get carry out)
at the pharmacy
ome books in my bookshelf are unread
and can stay the way, I need not read
everything printed
depression hangs over the landscape like
dust on windows tells me the obvious
come clean me now
When finally going ashore, I had floated
like an ant on an oak leaf, I was baffled
electricity bills have to be paid
the pharmacy is open, but I will wait a bit
it is full of middle-aged women talking
about their illnesses
there had been a storm, pot plants
had fallen to the floor, the weather
is getting worse every year
the apothecary is empty. I walk in
to get medicine for diabetes, but
I no longer ask why me
Jason said people who don't eat meat become dumb.
your body craves meat it nourishes the brain, keeps
it young. I agreed munching on that all beef juicy
hamburger, meat is good.
When I was feeling blue and tired Jason told me
you need to come over to our land, bathe in the cold creek
water, it has healing power for what ills you.
I nodded but never did.
Jason asked for gas money, needed around ten bucks
gave him a twenty.
You can give me change the next time I see you.
It was three weeks and forgotten when I saw him again.
Why ask? it was gone for good.
Jason would say it is what it is whenever he goofed up
life goes on enjoy the ride.
He traveled a lot. Would take off in his old Chevy and be gone
for weeks at a time, went where ever on a hope and a prayer.
Somehow people took to him, he never did without
Jason could spin a story and talk both ears off.
Asked him once what tribe he was, he told me
but I never heard of it and can't remember their name.
Small tribe not many left. He was a big man, not fat at all
tall and broad shoulder, body shaped like a triangle.
Had diabetes so many people do now days.
Jason loved the ladies, if a pretty girl came near
he would run you over to talk to her and talk he did
The ladies would smile and laugh he always had something
humorous to say, funny story in reserve.
Hadn't seen Jason in awhile, was beginning to wonder
about him.
One day a guy I saw him with once asked me
did you hear about Jason? No I responded
He went to the Indian hospital cause he felt really bad
doctor was not in and he sat in the waiting room for hours.
When they came to check on him he was dead.
Couldn't believe it, didn't want to. Was numb.
Thank you for telling me. It was awhile back
I had missed his funeral to, would have gone if I knew.
Jason heart of gold always with a story to tell.
That night for dinner had a big juicy steak in his honor.
Peace, my brother, peace.
A day in the life of?
I woke up to a wonderful summer morning
my dog has taken it upon herself to protect
I came for a hug and a bit of the cake, and she
knew I had in the fridge
After breakfast, a banana and a tiny bit of
the cake the dog likes, diabetes is a stern
taskmaster
I tried to write until lunch, but
the dog wanted to walk in the woods, who
I'm to deny her this pleasure of chasing
rabbits into the thicket
I had a late lunch at a nearby café followed
with red wine and the wish I could smoke
again, but that was not on the card.
I sneezed, a haiku appeared:
Poems and flowers
It looks nice, but are
quite useless...
I couldn't find the ending, settled, the bill
drove home to my dog, she was glad to see me
Written: June 08, 2024
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I am recognizing this horrible condition
It is to assess the effect it will generate
Every shard and unit of the human body.
Also, accepting the truth is crucial
Balanced fitness and diet are options
Accept each piece of advice seriously
Still, symptoms of pancreatitis may breed
So you still feel frightened
There are several potential hazards.
Explore how diabetes destroys cells
It may require years to learn
How much actual harm occurred?
It is too late to reverse the harm.
Consider it a ticking time shell
It may burst within without escape
The greatest hazard it poses
It may burst within without escape
You may lose your vision or kidneys
A stroke, renal failure, and others are risks.
The litany of doubts that live in the heart
Fear apropos health risks is ubiquitous
It won't pull away from you as a specter
As long as this sickness is incurable.
My brother died so suddenly, unexpectedly
at sixty six, a young age in today’s standard.
He contracted the Corona virus that took his life.
Unable to breathe, he was taken to emergency
on Christmas Eve and was admitted to stay.
With all the available care administered,
he still struggled with his breathing and
was transferred to Intensive Care Unit,
intubated and was put on the ventilator.
With his weak body, he struggled more
and lost his dear life in mid-January.
Now, I knew and learned through his family,
how much stress he was dealing with,
how he painfully and continuously struggled
with all the family issues, concerns, hardships.
How he was singularly tackling all these
adversities, problems, difficulties, aside from
his health conditions of asthma, diabetes,
high blood pressure and so on and on.
The financial, mental, emotional tolls
and medical conditions he went through
affected him more physically, manifesting
in tremendous muscle aches and pains,
making him struggle more almost every day.
Just thinking even in near death
or up to the end of his life, he struggled.
Now, he rests in peace, no more life struggles.
His life struggles taken from him, for him to rest.
3/8/21 Life's Struggles Any Form - Updated Poetry
Constance La France
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