When heat rises off your body and it’s not from Passion
When you struggle to find the words any words because you lost your voice
When tiny beads of sweat escape not from pores, indicating it’s time
The Great Wall of Fia is going down
I’m sick
This wretched opportunistic virus decided to break down my Fortress
Sleep doesn’t come easily without constant Awakening
Spasmodic muscles in the chest induce constant coughing
I’ll get over this with my regimen of vitamin C, an anti-cough suppressant
and a hefty dose of good sleep.
Gone are the days of taking a shot of the strongest alcoholic beverage
To knock out any germ that chooses to proceed to take you out
This is the ramblings of a sick person
hello beautiful Fia I’m sorry you’re feeling icky I hope yu feel better soon drink some green tea with a little tumeric it should help 💕great write
Thank you, crimsin. add the turmeric to the tea?
make it like an english tea a little creamer, green tea, a half teaspoon of turmeric in the hot tea you will feel better the tumeric helps with body aches and you don’t tasted it in the tea…I know it sounds weird but it’s good…
I hope you feel better! Get some rest 💖
Thank you, Ravens:)
Get well…..words need to be written.
😷
Thank you, Peter. Appreciate that
Get well, Fia. Even when you’re sick, you write incredibly. Get so me rest my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian
Fia very sorry for your ailment. But you sure wrote a fantastic poem about it. Digs deep and you really made it an engaging read. Hope this comment finds you feeling better.
John
Thank you, goldenmist
Sickness is sometimes like love. You don’t know if your coming or going.
Thank you, Casket. I sure did not know what was going on.