not perfect

I'm not perfect.
Today - when I had killer cramps from outer space
or was it Satan? - I tried to stick with my aspirin therapy
(Disclaimer: it's a special kind of aspirin, not pills from the store
and no I'm not giving you details because you'll harm yourself
if you take it the wrong way).
I really tried.

I took an extra dose and waited.
I went out into the sunshine and did deep breathing.
I drank a little coffee.
The cramps from Satan's hell in outerspace raged on
as I lay there grimacing on the sofa
wishing for someone to knock me over the head with a mallet.

Nope.
I won't put you through this, I told myself.
Whatever hyperinflammatory setback this causes you
it will have to be dealt with. I'm taking the pain killers.

So, I did.
Then I turned on the air conditioning to make
myself more comfortable.
Then I slept for 4 hours.

I woke up with a 97.6 temperature.
Wished getting well was just a consistent upward rise to
amazing health one hot temperature at a time
with no glitches or bumps.
Realized that I'm not perfect and neither is life.
Totally forgave myself (not really "totally"
or I wouldn't be writing this blog post)
and am now going to watch the new
episode of South Park.

By the by
I creatd a new blog today
to store all my poetry
(most of it is like 10 years old
but I should get it out there).
The first entry is a poem for Cesare.
What?
You're surprised?
lol

Click here
http://sargesepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-cesare-and-ursula.html

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