I’m interrupting Napowrimo prompts today just as Covid has interrupted my schedule. I’ve spent the day drifting in and out of consciousness after taking painkillers which turned out to be incredibly effective at removing hours from my day as well as the pain. Please note – this is absolutely not a criticism of the NHS, Chemists or any supporting staff, they are all super heroes in my book, doing a wonderful and courageous job. However…. 🙂
Sore throat, temperature
followed by dry cough
wheezy days, sleepless nights
feeling “slightly rough”
No energy, teary-eyed
coughing all the time
swollen tongue, now mouth ulcers!
whilst defiant – I’m alright!
Swollen face, pain in jaw and gums
“Call the doctor for goodness’ sake”
NHS Online says;
I have the plague
Stay at home, paracetamol
but the pain doesn’t go away
Ring 111 to ask for help
“We aren’t medically trained.
Ring the chemist they will know
what pills you should take”
The chemist says “Ring the Doc –
antibiotics, you’re infected”
Holding the line once again
“whilst we try to get you connected”
The receptionist asks what is wrong
and why you need a Doc?
Finally she puts me through
to rehash the whole damned lot.
I pick up my drugs that afternoon
by eight I’m numb and sleeping
The following day I cruise through space
though awake I’m still dreaming
I’ll take the antibiotics
to cure the cursed infection
but the painkillers are in the bin
before I fall into addiction.
It’s nice to escape from life’s trials
when pain strikes and gives you jip
but opioids aren’t the answer
rather – a British stiff upper lip.
Image – This sickness Blues by Aurora Meyer