Focus Issues. Excuse my poor response to all who've posted, Don't feel lost, abandoned or- God forbid- ghosted, These last few days I find all my good humor's gone, I guess I'm just not happy to be entertaining Omicron. Between my tiresome bellyaches and pains Short sharp temperament and long migraines, Red snotty nose, sore ribs through coughing fits I'm sick as a kicked dog- ain't that the puppyshits? How hard we'd tried to keep ours a non-toxic household, So I'll admit then testing positively made my blood run cold- Masked up religiously, prayed God keep Covid from our door, A positive outlook? well, no worries about catching it anymore. Now I'd (better) thank my sweet spouse- best wife ever! She soothes my fev'red brow, so I hold no ill will whatsoever- Tho' viral transmissibility from her Nursing Facility brung it home; (I'm such a shit patient she sez I'm her 'lil' Irritable Bowel Syndrome.') She scoffs 'basic man flu,' So I snap 'Sexist and untrue!' Does it simply never occur? Obviously I'm sicker than her! I wake brimful of mucous, with a fuzzy unfocused brain, My mind tracks back on the same track again and again, Foggy thoughts goin' round 'n' round on an endless loop... I'm of half a mind I'm repeatedly stuck on an endless loop... Was that just deja vu or did I mention a flippin' endless loop? Moaning in my sick bed, phone slipping 'twixt slick hands, Cain't comment on fresh posts like a good host demands, So 'scuse me while I sourly swab away the night's sweat, Till I'm upright my tired 'Like' is 'bout the best you'll get.
'There's 'under the weather' and then there's 'pretty snotty''