Health Exploded in Rhyme.

Nothing to do with health, other than that of the pavement, but shows where the trench I forgot to snap was. The bags of sand have diminished (see previous post).

Should I leave out my health report?
Well, as to that, let me retort
That matters of this sort
I cannot just abort,
Or posts will come to naught.

Though I have suffered tests galore
Todays exams will lead to more,
So I must just implore
Don’t see me out the door
If my heart out I tend to pour.

The meds I have are working fine,
But surely it’s not out of line
(Not in a way to whine
Just so the facts combine)
To say to sleep too much incline.

So further meds I now will add
To tackle problems that I’ve had;
Not following a fad
To deal with stuff that’s bad
But something that should make me glad.

More scans and tests I now will need,
So yet again they’ll make me bleed,
They do the needle deed
So smoothly, it’s agreed,
At painlessness they do succeed.

Apart from all this health stuff, including the monthly Calcium drip, I collected R and J from school; J from hockey practice which she did in spite of a strained ankle. She has been chosen to play in a match on Thursday. R was supposed to do squad swimming, but has been out-of-sorts the past few days, so abstained.

© July 2019 Colonialist