Monday’s Muse: My Sore Throat
Hello, my lovelies. I hope you are having the beginnings of a decent Monday. Me? Not so much. Saturday night, what I thought was just a minor headache ended up being a serious migraine, designed to put me in my place. My throbbing head let me know, in no uncertain terms, that it was taking over and would receive no relief whatsoever. Six Ibuprofen, one Coca-Cola, and several hours later, it was down to a manageable headache but I knew I was in for a rough night. And I was. I didn’t sleep much and when I finally got up on Sunday, the migraine was just a headache with a stab every now and then behind my eyes to let me know that if I let my guard down, it would be waiting in the wings to take over. This made me sick to no end all day yesterday. Because of it I missed my writing group. I hate missing group. I have only missed maybe two meetings, but it will be another two weeks before we meet again and I enjoy the people and miss the support and encouragement. I’ll live but I don’t have to like it.
Today I woke up still feeling a little topsy-turvy in the stomach area, and my throat is a little sore. I don’t like being sick. I despise migraines. But the one thing that drives me crazier than a bat out of hell is a sore throat. For me, this is the worst feeling. I can handle stuffy noses, coughing, body aches, and I’m a trooper in the cuts and surgery arena. However, the minute I get a sore throat I become a mess. I don’t like the tight feeling that precedes them, the way my throat muscles feel like they’ve become rubber bands and something is twisting them. But worse than that is that scraped raw feeling whenever anything touches that area. The only relief I get is when I drink something warm. Right now, I’m at the twisted rubber band stage and I’m drinking a lot of hot tea. I am taking vitamin C and some B-12 and hoping that will knock it out. Because if it goes past the rubber band stage, my kids are going to be miserable. Mom is not a happy camper with a sore throat. Not that I take it out on them, really, but when you don’t feel well, everyone knows.
Earlier this year, when I had one very bad sore throat, I actually wrote a poem about it. So, I thought that it would be fun to share on today’s Muse. I think we can all sympathize with the feeling in the poem. Hope you like it, or at the very least, find it funny that someone actually wrote a poem about a sore throat. I’m just weird like that. **wink**
My Sore Throat
By Jessica Scott
The pain cuts like glass against the tender flesh,
Tearing it open in slashes
The heat sears and soothes in an odd conundrum;
Irony laughs at the confusion.
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