A poem to occupy my time while being sick. New Year’s Day started out with a bang, and it’s still going strong.

If 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.

Any sickness anyone can have.

I 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.

A poem of confession.

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Observations from my sickbed.

This is how I felt last year when I almost came down with pneumonia.

A cold gave me a well deserved day in bed leaving the family to fend for themselves.

Decision time. Am I sick enough to stay home?