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Here it comes again, the daily reminder ...
cold sweats out of nowhere that hit me like a slap
on the face, my entire body turning clammy wet in an
instant, three-or-four times every day. Then there's the
uncontrollably exaggerated yawning and eyes that won't stop
watering, a runny nose as if instant hay fever, and that nearly in-
tolerable creepy muscle thing ... that's the worst symptom of all by
far, (akathisia, it's called), because you CAN'T hold still - all your bones
and muscles have to move at once, or you quite simply can NOT tolerate it.
I always say a prayer that it only happens a few
times each day, and only lasts for a short time, but
to be honest, it's a nightmare, and inside I'm cursing ...
cursing myself for this reminder. The reminder of a terribly
bad decision that I made thirty years ago. Oh, my "problem"
is under control, thanks to a wonder drug that did indeed save
my life, (when my heart stopped thrice), and while I no longer abuse
anything, that accursed monkey is still there, riding me like a two-dollar
mare, and reminding me a few times each day, that it's completely in control.
Yes, I'm alive and writing this because of it, and
as thankful as a human can be, truly, but I'm light-
years from the obliged kiss-off I dream about giving it.
You see, it creates another problem all its own, one they
don't tell you about when you start on "The Program", that
this particular monkey, while having the power to save your life,
is also the strongest, most tenacious monkey that exists, by FAR,
and the chance of you ever giving it that dreamed-about final goodbye,
are easily the longest odds you've ever had, especially with a weakened heart.
But you push your mind to try to remain thankful
nonetheless, because after all, you ARE still alive ...
alive and kicking and getting these wonderfully horrific
reminders each day, of just how little control and charge
and health and power you have over your own life ... alive
and moving through life like you have a giant condom on your
body and mind and emotions, not really FEELING or emoting or
experiencing much of anything in the way a human being SHOULD be,
but alive and breathing and functioning ... you ARE still alive ... aren't you?
My dear, the one whom rest eludes;
whence comes to you spirits at night,
these specters that harass your mood
and plague you when out are the lights?
Is there no pill or wonder drug
that eases you like a friend's hug?
From eve to eve you are beset;
and assailed by your dreams and fear
of the Reaper's looming onset,
which prompt your nightmares every year.
Like your nightmares, nights annoy you,
then irk, vex, and thus destroy you.
The Angel of Death's ghostly presence
disturbs your rest though you protest;
it reaves from you the assurance
that you are safe and not unblest.
But, my dear, I am here to tell
you,—that for you there's no death knell;
that you're beyond the reach of Death:
for God safeguards you forever,
and gives you life with every breath,
so that Death harms you never, ever!
And know that I'll be here to defend
you for all time until Time's sure end.
1980 we began to learn ( about health and safety)
Not at every turn.'
As the decades went, its demands just grew.' From
Those quite acceptable, no one realised the end extent
Mind you.'
There was always, some charge; and info gathered?
Sheets of triplicate paper in bleather!
Still it was all for the good of everyone! So you buckled
Down and got stuff done.'
And if you didn't it was understood.! You could be a bad
Human..You really could??
Then 2020 there was a scare.' Victims were falling in China
Just about everywhere'
People in 'white boiler suits' sprayed mysterious chemicals
Could these be bought?
Yet no info on what the substances could be
Turned out as soap and water.!!
Which was almost free.' The media stalked hospital
Wards grim and extolling
This untoward, and most debilitating thing soon
Doc's were on t v' to moan and wring.' Hands and
The last ounce of will, from the trusting (herds?) That word was ( the trigger one)
Does this all seem absurd? Next you must lock yourselfs away, don't be fools? or worse, bad humans.?
You should 'just'follow some rules,) meanwhile real herio's would be
On an anti-dose, working while skne nurses on tik tok' were 'twerking?'
This wonder 'drug ciuld be years away?' Maybe a decade.!! We'll
Be locked away.??
And yet thanks to this 'fast paced situation' after just eight weeks into 2021
There was a (great sensation) the boffins had pulled of a coup.'
Thats something made up..In a word ir two.'
This was straight 'from dark winter' an old exersize a thing by milatary
In the U S! Wow What a surprise.?
There is a colonel, i think James Bush, he got unwilling..When it came
To the push.!
The rest is history (of which we're part) and a side-lined reality, i ask
All reading will you do your part??
It was a minor car crash,
But they needed assistance.
The woman refused to help.
“Sheer lunacy,” she alleged,
to trust other people.
“Twill be the court for me,”
she moaned as she viewed
the wrecked ruined cars.
She refused to help.
He smiled, accepted the job
and said a fond goodbye to her,
never failing to see her face
wrinkled in a thousand frowns.
“How can you be cheerful and happy,”
she muttered. “Or did I not care for him?”
Oh he cared very much, but
He learned from experience
that he can only fashion his happiness,
even if it meant parting from her.
And frankly, he soon found out,
that leaving her worked better
than a wonder drug.
Be Lineate Sir
Jack and Jill went up a hill. Time to take another pill.
Bobby needs a sympathizer Why no try a tranquilizer?
God is good, and God is great. Take your opioid at eight.
Aunties lived a life of sin. Ease her mind with aspirin.
Pa’s been to long at the Jug Dose him good with a wonder drug.
It is a shame what some folks do; But Fentanyl won’t bother you.
God in heaven answers prayer; My diet pills are green and square.
We are to earth, God’s Testament. I rub my joints with liniment.
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
They had me take a drug I didn’t need.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
Injections twice a year I’d get for free,
so to their “sage” advice I then agreed.
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
Rare side effects I never could foresee,
but they’re online for anyone to read.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
I trusted men because of their degree.
They’re full of crap. How could I ever heed
those men who by omission lied to me?
Their drug is used in chemotherapy!
That fact withheld from me was their dark deed.
It does no good and is a travesty!
To make bones strong?? I rant like a banshee
from Prolia’s effects – that demon seed!
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
It does no good and is a travesty.
Dec. 23, 2018 for the Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest of John Lawless
If you or any woman you know is considering this drug for her bones, please read the parody of the Prolia commercial I put a link to above my poem. If only I had seen that parody before two years ago!! The greedy company Amgen is doing much more harm than good and the FDA just lets this "wonder drug" on through the gate. Denser bones, yes, but stronger no. A class action law suit has been won by people getting fractures months after going off Prolia because it makes holes in your bones and once you go off, you could get this horrible "rebound effect"!
beloved,
i love how you
love me;
a wonder drug,
effective without
side effects,
written...
in your kiss
and smile.
whenever
you touch me,
you create magic,
teaching my soul how to...
sing;
i love you, too, babe.
(Yalto)
Writing Challenge - B Word - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 01/31/2023
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
I am listening to a list of glorious disclaimers on TV
That follow a commercial about a terrific new wonder drug that
helps you blow freckles off your arms.
Usually I am in the kitchen getting
Something to eat by now, but this time I already had my little
banana peanut butter sandwich with two package of chips on my
lap, so I actually listened to these darling side effects:
Possible heart attack
Possible stroke
Possible weight gain
Possible loss of bowel control
Possible lesions
Possible eye damage
Possible liver failure
There are ten others, but do I really need to continue?