Poetry Writing

Monday’s Muse: My Sore Throat

sore throatHello, 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**

xo Jesi

My Sore Throat

By Jessica Scott

 

 

The pain cuts like glass against the tender flesh,

Tearing it open in slashes

And gashes.

The heat sears and soothes in an odd conundrum;

Irony laughs at the confusion.

 

 

 

©2014 Jessica Scott.

All Rights Reserved.

 

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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