A poem to occupy my time while being sick. New Year’s Day started out with a bang, and it’s still going strong.
Continue ReadingIf a poll of young people under the age of 20 years, we can see that, even without having a rich life experience, almost all of them the answer to question whether they know what the throat, sore throat, tonsillitis.
Continue ReadingAny sickness anyone can have.
Continue ReadingI decide that losing my (awkward) voice might make my messages more clear to others, but no– I need it for myself, to process experience, to soothe myself towards truth.
Continue ReadingA poem of confession.
Continue ReadingObservations from my sickbed.
Continue ReadingThis is how I felt last year when I almost came down with pneumonia.
Continue ReadingA cold gave me a well deserved day in bed leaving the family to fend for themselves.
Continue ReadingDecision time. Am I sick enough to stay home?
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