#SOL18 
The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature affects the cure. ~Voltaire
That hit by a truck feeling
I can’t get out of bed
Can hardly open my eyes
With the pounding in my head
Urgent Care trip in the morning
They take a test or two
Confirmed what I could’ve told them
~ my dear you have the flu!
No reading! No writing!
You can say what you will
But when it came to no eating
I really knew I was ill!
Tamiflu, Theraflu
Tissues, hot tea
Thermometer, cough drops
How can this be?!?
Life is passing me by
Missed a party and more
Going on to day five
Without a foot out the door
Don’t look in the mirror
The sight’s too hard to see
That pale and haggard reflection
Surely cannot be me!!
When I go back to school
This I can tell
It will be with my friends
Lysol and Purell!
Rita DiCarne 
Can’t believe you can write so well when you are feeling crummy! Hope you are on the mend!
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Thanks, hope one more day home will do it!
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So sorry you’ve been sick and hope you’re on the mend. Your poem is delightful, especially in view of its unfortunate origins. Take care!
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Thank you.
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I love your humor in the face of illness! Take good care and feel better!
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Thanks!
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Great poem for a horrible illness. Hope you are feeling better soon! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Oh my! Love the humor you found even though you are not feeling well. Hope you are feeling better soon. Keep your friends close by. BTW, I have stopped looking in mirrors because I just don’t recognize the person staring back. I know it is not me. 🙂
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