When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
Good
old Robert Louis Stevenson. Trust him to have the right poem to describe
the occasion. Except... wait...I don't have all my toys beside me, to
keep me happy all the day. Dang! Sometimes growing up is such a
bugger. Well, wait, I guess that isn't entirely true. I do have one
toy beside me. It is called an iphone.
So
here I lie, with the flu, reduced to creating my own version (in pictures) of
the above classic.
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I saw my counterpane of red,
(I
like to call this "field of red" and as a work of fine art I
believe it will be worth millions one day, and will be loathed vociferously by
a young person I know.... just lying here waiting for the money to start
rolling in.)
And sometimes two long hours would pass,
Staring at pencil and a water glass,
(pitiful
really, not nearly as entertaining as lead soldiers.)
And sometimes as I lie there sick,
My mind plays psychedelic tricks.
( I
like to call this "delirium", oh wait, no, this is the painting
hanging on our bedroom wall.)
I am the whale, great and still
That wallows on my pillow-hill
I fear a diet I must greet
when once I'm risen off these sheets.
(I
attribute in part this last morose desire to lose weight, to the depression that
comes with illness. I also blame the doctor's office which weighed me
with my coat and scarf and shoes and everything, resulting in a
horrifying figure.)
Oh,
and by the way, Tamiflu is possibly the most expensive medicine out there...at
least in my experience. Am I the only person who didn't know this??
Now, that is a scam. Sheesh! Those drug
companies have sunk to new lows... there you are at the pharmacy counter,
feeling achy and feverish, and they dangle a medicine in front of you that
might help ease your discomfort. But in order to have it placed into your
sweaty palm you must first give them either your life savings or your first
born child. I did offer them my second born child who
was all I had with me at the time, but they wouldn't take her so I had to pay
out my life savings. It better work.
Me too. I love many from that book... "Where Go the Boats", and "How I love to go up in the Swing..." to name two of my favourites.
ReplyDeleteDid Sophie like my reference? (Or better yet, my work of art?)