I’m grumpy and I have the flu. Or ~ I have the flu so I’m grumpy

OldTimeRemedies

I flew 3000+ miles. Endured airplane food, large snoring seat neighbors, long layovers. All to get here and jump straight into…..
THE FLU.
Am I feeling sorry for myself?
Just a little. (huge amounts)
Petulant flouncing about when I cough. I keep exclaiming to people, “I can’t taste a thing….” like the sun just rose in the west. And it was blue. Not really up there with shattering news.
Blogging is truth, right?
And the truth right now is I sound like I am a 13 year old boy with his voice breaking and cracking.
I have kleenex (actually toilet paper since I went through all the “real” tissue already) stuffed in every pocket and sleeve. Some of which I will forget and throw in the washer and curse violently when the entire load comes out covered in smeary papery bits….
I snore.
I have occasional bizarre bursts of energy where I jump up and clean things. Then collapse on the couch and breathe through my mouth like a cod.
I’m freezing cold.
Or I’m too hot.
bitchbitchbitchbitch

There has to be a poem in there somewhere…….
What rhymes with Tylenol?

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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