On this day after Thanksgiving,
I've take to bed,
Feeling quite awful,
Just the warm side of dead.As to what really ails me,
I haven't a clue.
Don't think it's pneumonia,
Though it might be the flu.
My throat's slightly swollen,
Kinda scratchy and sore.
And I'm achy and chilling
All the way to my core.
Yet my stomach's not upset,
My digestive tract's fine,
Though my lower back throbs
Like a moose stomped my spine.
My head is all spinning,
And my balance is off.
But I don't have a fever,
And I don't have a cough.
Is it something exotic,
A rare foreign disease?
Like a virus from Asia?
Or a germ from Belize?
Should I feng shui the cottage?
Call a shaman or priest?
Or consult some old herbal
For my healing release?
I'd like to recover,
But which way is best?
A round of prescriptions?
Or just plenty of rest?
The choice isn't easy…
Tell me, which do I choose?
Prescribed antibiotics,
Or aspirin and booze?
Too many decisions
For my muddled head,
I think my best recourse
Is to go back to bed.
What worries me most, though,
Are not thoughts I might die,
But fear I'll miss eating
All that leftover pie.
Pumpkin and apple
And coconut cream,
Pecan, banana—
Quite a pie-lover's dream!
Plus savory victuals
Like turkey and dressing,
Cranberries, artichokes,
A fridge full of blessings!
So while I'm still upright
And able to think,
I'll pile a plate high
And get out the drink.
I still feel pretty awful
But I'll try and endure…
And if food is the answer,
Then I soon will be cured!
[I hope you'll forgive this bit of doggerel. Blame it on whatever bug has laid me low. I'll let you know if I survive.]
33 comments:
Now, you take it easy.
I'm sure time will tell
That food was the healer.
Just eat yourself well!
Wishing you a speedy recovery.
Uh, you'd better survive.... I count on you for a portion of my sanity!
Hope you feel better. It's probably just too much of too much.
Oh no! Poor Scribe....I hope you recover quickly.
You MUST! There is no choice - I love my Riverdaze.
Take care of yourself. Hope you feel much better soon.
Scribe--a man of such talent MUST survive. The world would be robbed of sparkling, sterling...doggerel.
Did you, perchance, overdo the Thanksgiving feast?
No?
Sorry you are laid low. And, you are forgiven for your poetry.
Poor Scribe! Feel better soon!
Solitary…
I have temporarily resurfaced for two Tylenol and half a turkey leg. BTW, I'm thinking we may have a future in greeting card jingles, since given the occasion, we can both stoop to unabashedly low verse.
Thank you.
Jain…
I am doing my best—I think.
Thank you.
Robin…
Providing a portion of sanity is quite a burden to lay on a fellow who lives on a riverbank and talks to woodpeckers and ducks…but I'll do my best to get well.
Thank you.
Kelly…
Hey, I hope I can shake this dastardly bug before the weekend ends—if not sooner. There are supposedly sunny days ahead, and I want to be out there.
Thank you.
Bonnie…
I am not a happy sick person, believe me. Whether it the pie or the pills or the warmed-up turkey, I feel a bit better than I did or my previous foray from the bed to this keyboard…a small bit, but in the right direction, anyway.
Thank you.
KGMom…
No, I didn't overdo the feast. One plate of food only, albeit well-heaped. And two pieces of pie. Actually, I began getting sick Tuesday. I felt pretty horrible Wednesday, rallied yesterday morning (from pills, a night's rest, or sheer nerves and anticipation, who knows) and went on a downhill slide from about 10 p.m. onward last night.
And you'd better forgive me for my poem…I expunged the really dreadful verses.
Thank you.
Oregano oil ... helps me every time. But I'll warn you ... it's wicked. Two or 3 drops in a wee tad of water, hold under tongue to count of 30, swish around mouth and swallow ... followed by a full glass of water and LOTS of rest. Chuck the tylenol. I buy Joy of the Mountain Oregano Oil from the Health Food Store. Can't be missing out on all that good pie!
Take care Grizz, rest, lots of fluids and time will have you back on your feet soon, you are in my thoughts and prayers...:-) Hugs
Cicero…
Oregano oil? Never heard of it—or your curative routine—but there's a big health foods store across the bridge and a mile or so down the road, so if I'm up and capable of making the round trip tomorrow, I just might give it a try. Three drops under the tongue, hold 30 seconds, swish, swallow, chase with water—and rest aplenty. I can do that. In fact, I've got the resting bit down pat already.
Thank you. (And welcome to the riverbank!)
Bernie…
I'm doing it all, and though I'm impatient at getting better so slowly, may be heading that way. However, prayers and thoughts and hugs are always welcome—the best medicine.
Thank you.
Love the doggerel, hope you are getting better, who knows maybe a pig bit you?
any way if you can eat you should get through it, lots of sleep and a nice hot toddy.
Penny…
I don't think my bug has been around swine—but sleep, a toddy, and a another piece of pumpkin pie ought to make a difference.
Glad you know good doggrel. :-)
Thank you.
So sorry you are feeling ill Scribe, hope whatever it is passes quickly and that you are soon back to full health again. Recipes will be sent to you tomorrow as I'm off to the theatre to see a matinee of White Christmas today:) Now drink plenty of fluids, rest and stay warm.
HI GBRI-
oh my you sound awful - oh my.... :-) and I am going to say it is the flue - swine? oh my.......
please get better really soon, please.
Love you
Gail
peace.....
Scribe--really? you expunged the worst? Just kidding.
Actually, as I was reading your poem, I thought--wow, how does he do that.
I enjoy Charles Osgood (on CBS Sunday Mornings) who frequently does a doggerel poem. I am amazed at that quick turn of mind which allows one to think in rhythm and meter. My mind doesn't work that way--it works more in image and abstraction.
Hope you are healing.
Oh Scribe - that did make me laugh - glad you felt strong enough to compose it before lying low with the bug. Do hope you are soon better - surely a bug caught on Thanksigivng Day will be kind to you. Get well soon.
Griz: Swine flu has been here and hit schools and businesses really hard. I hope you survive (and soon!) Take care.
Carolyn H.
Carolyn…
I'm kinda hoping I survive, too…though I'm still feeling pretty rough. But, no worse than yesterday, which I guess is good news.
Don't even know if this is the flu, swine or otherwise—but it has flattened me like Wile E. Coyote in those old Roadrunner cartoons when a huge rock would fall upon him.
Thank for writing.
Weaver…
I was sick before Thanksgiving and just kept getting worse. The God-awful bit of verse was composed in bed, between bouts of drug-induced and viral-ridden sleep. And shows it!
Thank you.
KGMom…
Really, I promise…the worst verses will never see the light of day. Hey, I can compose doggerel anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances (such as being too sick to eat, get out of bed, etc.) Not particularly good doggerel, mind you—but I have that sort of mind. And as you know from our poetry discussions, while I like a lot of modern, free-verse poetry, I view it as an entirely different genera than poetry employing rhythm and meter—and I think by it's very nature the really good, really serious stuff requires a particularly uncommon depth of talent. The best simply sings off the page and can break your heart with its music.
Rowan…
Thank you for the recipes…though I know this is a busy, busy season so please don't feel rushed. I'll appreciate them whenever they arrive.
Hope your theater time turned out good.
Thank you.
Gail…
Swine flue, bird flu, foo-foo flu…I have no idea. I do feel awful, but no more awful today than yesterday, for whatever that is worth. I probably got laid low by one of those germ-dispensing cart-wielding grannies at the grocery earlier in the week. Haven't been much of anyplace else except I went to church last Sunday. (No, I'm not going to make wisecracks about THAT!) In truth, somewhere along the line I picked up something which found refuge and succor in my dilapidated carcass. It's probably something like gerbil flu or bushy-tailed tree rat flu.
I'm getting better as quick as I can.
Thank you.
Hope you're 100% soon...
It's official over at my place. And I am grateful.... Nary a fool did I find.... Of all the folks I've told personally, every one was supportive and understanding. I even got called couragous and intelligent!!
But I digress...get well soon!
Giggles…
I'm coming back…I think.
Listen to your friends and their unanimous voice of truth. And if you think "courageous" and "intelligent" is a little much (I don't, BTW) then adopt "brazen" and "smarter than the average bear."
You did right; you did good. You spent years advising others of good, sound, right decisions. This time you did that for you. Gloat and enjoy.
Grizz, just thought I would pop in and see if you were feeling any better....thinking of you...:-)Hugs
Bernie…
Thank you for asking. I'm not well, by any means, but I believe I'm improving. I'm now hacking and coughing more, but my throat isn't as sore. I still feel pretty awful, but don't ache like I did. Maybe in another few days I'll be pretty much back.
Gloat I will then, with your blessings.... I'm good at that! Thanks.
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