Medical Update

[decarnin]

Oh sharper than the tooth-sting of an adder
Is the quirkt misbehavior of a bladder;
No sooner do I lie down on my bed
Than twinges drive me up its rain to shed.
Most often half is dropt upon the carpet
And I can't walk enough, or bend, to mop it.
Would that my kidneys that continual weep
Would cut it out, and let me get some sleep.

Comments

[carenejeans]

Ack!

[decarnin]

Yep. My thoughts exactly.

[dsgood]

I've had nights like that, but not frequently.

My sympathies.

And admiration for the poem.

[decarnin]

thanks! *g* At least something came out of it!

[lorelei633]

Yikes! *hugs you tight* Feel better, ok?

Great verse, btw.

[decarnin]

Thanks -- this arthritis and whatever the HECK is wrong with the bladder probably won't go away, but someday I may be able to get bionic hips. :-)

[enderwiggin24]

*gives you some hugs and gree tea*

[decarnin]

Thanks, hon! *sends you some hugs too*

[nebula99]

*hugs*

but gentle ones, mind you.

[decarnin]

Thank you! *is hugged*

Nice Reid icon -- though I would argue to Euripides that old griefs are sometimes the ones that hit you with the hottest tears. Still, I'm sure the context was something grim and noble! *g*