How do I express the after-effects of food poisoning without grossing you out?
Hmmm—let's just say that I didn’t fly to the west coast on Tuesday with
Plans to spend the next three days planted in bed, except for those
Desperate moments, which saw me tossing back the covers and leaping to
My feet in hopes of racing madly toward the bathroom to relieve
My abdominal misery without need to wash the floor—repeatedly
As to whether I called the doctor—I didn’t for two sound reasons
You see, at my bedside on my right stood an orthopedic surgeon while
On my left stood a cardiologist (who’d graduated number one in their
Medical school class more than half a century ago—where in
Heaven’s name did that half of a century go???)
At any rate, upon witnessing the fact that food poisoning distresses
Every bodily function inclusive of wracking one's brain with
A head ache that just won’t quit, the combined professional
Opinion of this pair of brainiacs offered me a banana washed
Down with as much electrolyte water as my abdominal revolution
Could tolerate before my digestive system rebelled—again and again
And that describes how my days and nights were spent until it was
Time to ready ourselves to pack up and fly home, which proved
Easy peasy based in the fact that other than lounging apparel
I’d never unpacked in the first place—however, here's what was not
Easy peasy: Knowing that bathrooms would not be a leap away on
The day that saw us traveling from the west coast to the desert—
So—you can imagine my relief (while making my way
From point A to point B and C and so on) to find that
The fickle finger of fate had chosen to Friend me, again, and
I say that because self control won the day—Whew!
Though at this point in time, I’m still feeling literally
Washed out from head to toe, thank goodness, my digestive system
Depleted of undignified rage, is no longer launching
Colon-piercing poisoned arrows, empowered to deflate my spirit!
(And to think that I’d been so prudent as to ask our server to
Assure me that my crabby salad would rest upon a bed of
Iceberg, hold the romaine, suggestive of this fact of life:
As carefully as we may plan for the best, fate can be likened to
Russian Roulette in that misery has been known to aimlessly
Shoot pleasure right between the eyes without offering
The recipient of pain so much as a hint of what’s about to grind
One’s happy go lucky state of well being into dark clouds of dust
And once fate decides to knock out our high spirited attitude by
Delivering a heavy fisted barrage of low blows, it’s disheartening
To note that no apology will be forthcoming, any time soon, sooo
Once it came time to bid our dear friend goodbye
His immediate response to my wan smile of apology (for
Literally being a party pooper) served to lift the burdensome
Weight of self condemning contrition off of my spirit so
Naturally as to have spontaneously re-ignited my sparkle's
Pilot light, and though mental exhaustion has remained
Persistent, this week proved to be a vast improvement over
Last based in my having been re-friended by fate, suggesting
Why I've made no mad dashes to the nearest commode, and if
My brain insists upon languishing lazily rather than
Re-energizing—well, advocating for upping my attitude’s
Level of patience is of the essence whenever my think tank has
Need to refuel after fielding several days of dehydration, and
As that’s still the case, today, it’s my good fortune to note that
All I need do to offer my spirit a lighthearted lift is to
Remember to hydrate while reflecting over my friend's
Parting words: “No apologies, Annie—
We’ll take you any way we can get you”—and each time
I revisit his innermost feelings, expressed so naturally and thus
Openly, my pleasure center reminisces over the heartfelt hug
We'd shared, highlighting the lasting nature of
Our friendship more clearly than any verbal response that
My processor could have conjured up to describe how
Grateful I’d felt to find myself the fortunate recipient of
Unconditional love, and in addition to that silver lining
Here's another: Remember those five pesky pounds, which
Over these past two years had wrapped round my hips as
Stubbornly as a koala bear hugging a tree? Well, during my
Abdominal revolution, all five of those pounds, along with
Inflammation, were flushed away, and with today’s
String of insights popping like kernels of truth from within
The corny side of my processor, I can feel my spirit tickling
My pleasure center from the inside out, stimulating serotonin to
Curl my lips up into a smile that feels so natural as to
Entice my sparkle to come out to play, which suggests that
My spirit, fielding the positive effects of self empowerment, will
Surely (with patience intact) regain the inner strengths necessary to
Pull today's intuitive train of thought into a peaceful rest station
Where this post will be put to bed with a hearty Hi ho Silver—
Ohhmm ...
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