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Yesterday Richard inspired me to write this update. Thank you Richard.
To Be More
3 days of this virus, feels like 3 weeks
Every hour a battle, as minutes flit by
Extreme cycles of hot and cold, ongoing
Losing track of a neutral temperature
Headaches, nausea and chest pain
But mainly the tiredness and exhaustion
Doing minimal things can wipe you out
It feels like it's an effort to think, to breathe
Energy you may use to bring in loads of wood,
It can take that much, to write something like this
Thankfully, I only lost all my breath once
Having to sit down a while to get air back again
But doctors who call daily are still concerned,
I may need more later, so they prescribe inhaler
I am seperate some from my pets I love most
As I try to keep taking care of them in ways advised,
Wearing a mask, washing hands, some distancing
They don't understand and that breaks my heart
But, I am making it and they are making it
Every hour, I think, I survived another hour
I have had serious health issues in the past
But, this is certainly different and my body is at war
A constant cycle of juice, water, vitamins, food, tylenol
Filling my body with all I can to fight and survive this
Because, here, there is no treatment and it's up to me
It is a roller coaster, just after a lift, there is a fall again
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying when crashes happen
But, I am winning!
I won, the prize of seeing a beautiful sunrise this morning
And hearing multiple birds sing happily outside in my yard
I am winning every time this thing knocks me down and I get back up!
Driven to do more, write more, reach more, be more!
Thank you all
Heidi Sands
4/10/20
In addition, with only using internet from data on cell phone and losing a signal, it gets difficult getting things into soup, without having to enter it multiple times. So for now, that is in my way too. Take care everyone :)
Seems each time I visit my doc he recommends more pills for my health!
I'm not sure they're effective but this I know, they're depletin' my wealth!
And with all the side effects, I'm really concerned about my early doom!
"He expired from excessive medications!" might aptly be etched upon my tomb!
The list is endless - Diuretics, Beta Blockers, Nexium, Advil and Tylenol,
Alpha Blockers, Vitamin D, Zantac, Zocor, Micardis and a bit of Timolol,
Carisoprodol, Hydrocholorothiazide, Alphagan, Moltrin and Fosamax,
Hydroxyzine, Caltrate, Phillips Milk of Magnesia and some Atarax!
The black-box warnings say I could suffer everything from dehydration,
To blurred vision, dizziness, diahrea and a serious case of constipation!
My Pa seldom saw a doc and lived to the ripe old age of ninety-four!
He survived by sippin' SSS Blood Tonic and usin' horse linamint for
His aches and pains and other such stuff peddled by the Watkins Man!
I may toss the bottles and use his home-remedies to increase life's span!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Agony Of Age
Written: by Miracle Man
January 17, 2021
I've very little trouble finding sleep,
but settling in early makes time to creep.
From my shoulder pain I quickly awake,
and more Tylenol I'm then forced to take.
That’s why I’m generally up by two,
and writing soon becomes, my chosen do.
While I'm asleep I seem to dream, dream, dream,
they have no meaning or connecting theme.
When sack time comes early, so does rising,
rampant are thoughts, a few are surprising.
It's during quiet time I seek God's face,
and He lets me know I've entered His space.
“No one can arrive from being talented alone.
God gives talent; work transforms talent into genus.”
Anna Pavlova
First- born, most ultimate delight -
So beautiful, so talented, so bright.
The joy, the mother hasn’t known yet.
Yet now she knows it’s harder done than said.
Nothing, except the baby’s bum, was smooth:
First colicky, first Tylenol, first tooth,
First diarrhea and first constipation
Left no spare time for idle admiration.
Trimming nails took enormous concentration,
Diaper change- an infinite rotation,
Sleepless nights and sleepless days 24/7
For that reason alone I’d go to Heaven!
First laugh, first porridge, and first apple juice,
Milk in the bottle! Boobs became old news!
Mom finally restores her faith and love
In coffee, pickles, coke and spicy stuff.
The first-born baby now reached 21!
It was, no doubt, easier said than done
Those sleepless nights and days 24/7
I wouldn’t trade for Paradise in Heaven!!!
NOW MY FIRST-BORN GRANDSON STEVEN
MAKES UP FOR IT AND MAKES IT EVEN!!!
The “Itis” Brothers
(Arthritis, Bursitis, Tendonitis)
Written: by Miracle Man
10/30/2021
The “Itis” brothers, have a quite familiar name,
Arthr, Burs, and Tendon have garnered worldly fame.
All three have visited me, two had a short stay,
after medical encouragement they were driven away.
Sensing they weren’t welcome they chose to leave,
but hard headed Arthr was the one who’d cleave.
At 2:am this morning and in quiet I’m found,
Arthr was acting up and I couldn’t sleep sound.
He just hangs around all the familiar old joints,
just being a pain while soliciting style points.
He’s always present and just refuses to behave,
his daily shenanigans have made me his slave.
He’s very insistent, present, both night and day,
Tylenol, taken daily, helps to keep him at bay.
How many readers can relate to this?
Sometimes people ask me... What's in your purse...
So I tell them the best that I can...
Lipstick, chapstick, matchstick
What’s in your purse?
Billfold, change purse, money counter, and clip?
Aspirin, Tylenol, Tums, coupons and stamps…
Tissue, pressure bandage, Mom excuse tablet!
What’s in your purse?
House keys, car keys, skate keys and a toothbrush.
Toothpick, dental floss, yesterday’s movie ticket.
Magnifying glass, insect book, handy magic cards?
What’s in your purse?
Personal stuff, extra stuff, and just stuff.
Needed stuff, wanted stuff list…
And all the stuff I meant to take out.
What’s in your purse?
Crayons, a pen, a magic marker, and chalk.
Hodgepodge, glue stick, and tape…
A clown an elf and two small mice.
What’s in your purse?
Bird Seed, fish food, and a safety pin.
A feather from a goose, an empty candy wrapper.
A small notebook with and without lines.
What’s in your purse?
Gum, a straw and an eyedropper.
A paperclip that floats like a boat,
And a folding flying airplane.
What’s in your purse?
Flashlight, book light, nightlight.
NASA blanket and plastic rain suit.
Hairnet and socks that match.
What’s in your purse?
Paintbrush, hairbrush, dog brush.
Playdough, finger puppets and jelly packets.
A flashlight, a monocle, and a bingo dabber.
What’s in your purse?
A calendar, a phone, and things that I have to have.
Pictures of those I love.
And a little cross…
What’s in your purse?
Jesus!
Disasters have plagued our planet since the dawn of time,
When primitive creatures rose from primordial slime,
And a comet came down to hit a dinosaur’s head,
Causing a headache so bad, he was better off dead.
So, he asked the plain question, “to be or not to be?”
And invented Tylenol with codeine, number three.
Before you know it, Mount Vesuvius exploded,
And many kilometers of magma unloaded.
Thousands were inundated - a woeful loss of life,
One man frozen stiff forever with his neighbor’s wife.
The Chicago Fire was equally terrible.
To be cooked alive is certainly unbearable.
As disasters go, this undoubtedly qualifies.
Mrs. O’Leary’s cow did publicly apologize.
When the South Fork Dam breached, to people’s worst fears,
The Johnstown Flood immersed folks here and there to their ears.
If you happened to be shorter than five foot-seven,
You saw a few fish, and then you went up to heaven.
This holiday season, some fun you may wish to poke
At me, as you might Scrooge or Grinch, but this ain’t no joke.
Prepare for a worse catastrophe, never seen before,
One you can’t ignore, which will knock you right to the floor,
Let me underscore, get ready, there’s food to store…for
The Great California Quake of Twenty-Twenty Four.
A few years ago I got sick. Real sick. Hospital sick. Near death sick. But I
survived or I would not be writing this. I had several surgeries but this story is
not about that. It is about the drug Fentanyl, a powerful pain killer, ten times
stronger than Morphine. Yes, that is what they were giving me to control the
pain. I was in the hospital six months, so you can imagine the addiction I had
to this drug. The doctors were smart though, because about four weeks before
I was to come home, they started the take me off Fentanyl. It was to be done
very slowly, but still I had a terrible reaction. My body had got used to it and it
liked it. I would thrash around the bed like a lunatic. They were only giving
me small doses of it and also giving me Tylenol. (TYLENOL, I would say, that is
USELESS!) The doctors kept telling me, " you do not need it anymore." (YEAH,
that's what YOU think. I NEED it!) Well, after the four weeks, I came down to
earth. I was free again to be me. It was then, that I realized how easy it is
to become addicted to a prescription drug.
oh it was dreamy
lost in a haze of nothing-
crashing down screaming
Now years later, I am hearing on the news that people are dying from taking
Fentanyl. This drug has hit the street and is killing people. They love the high,
and take more than the dose any doctor would perscribe. It is a killer and must
be treated with respect. To take it for a high, is a death wish.
a sad funeral
the teen was so beloved-
it was just one time
_________________________
May 30, 2016
Poetry/Haibun/Senryu/Prescription Drug Addiction
Copyright Protected, ID 16-796-202-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The colorful Drug
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
“Poor Dan is in a droop today,” I said.
Now look me in the eye. Tell me what’s wrong?”
“This memo that begins ‘To Idiot’
came from old you-know-who. Dammit. I’m mad.”
His face was redder than tomato paste.
“We few who have stood by him all these years
now ask, ‘Does evil live in him?’” he fumed.
“My head hurts, Anna. Do you have some pills?”
I searched and said, “One lonely Tylenol!”
“I’d rather pop one pill than none,” he said.
“Now level with me, Anna. Don’t you want
to end this worst of sagas right away?
He’s dissed you too. When you deserved top spot
in management, he passed you over, Sis!
He never sees how talented we are.”
I said, “Our quitting would hurt Mom, you know.
Let’s stay, Dan. After all, he IS our Dad!”
October 2, 2018, entered in Joseph May's Palindromes II Contest
we are surrounded by weasel words
mental traps we set for ourselves
to shut down all rational discussion
in truly Orwellian fashion
these words are legend
everyone uses them
no one thinks about them
what they really mean
I had no choice
of course, one always has a choice
Failure is not an option
nothing but macho BS
of course failure is always an option
that one must be prepared to face
and my favorite
zero tolerance
which converts
all violations of the Rules
into class A murder like felonies
and common sense and discretion
thrown out the window
under the proverbial bus
where the full SWAT
Imperial storm troopers
Robot cops are deployed
to arrest a teenage girl
her crime giving a classmate
a Tylenol which is a legal drug
but under zero tolerance
that is the same as selling heroin
and she will be charged
with a class A drug offense
following her around
for her life
for having dared
to break the stupid rule
yes weasel words
are everywhere
our mental traps
designed to keep us
from thinking
and acting
so throw off your mental traps
break free from the weasel words
and perhaps we can be free
of these mental traps