It was the most horrific of reactions: writhing and such.
Even our pup could not make guttural sounds like me in my muck.
Earlier I sensed a reaction soon was a’comin’ . . .
And lo on the way home the tics started showin.’
So we showered once home, throwing our clothes in the wash
In case you think romance followed I’ll tell ya that was ‘nash —
Not the way it came down I say as I leaped into bed
Barely dried off and with a wet towel flung from my head.
An hour many would not survive followed me in there
I marveled as my lungs, heart, and mind would again persevere.
My beloved raised me in his arms to feed me some water
Then with more wimpers and smaller jolts he sensed the cause of the matter:
An older building, became soiled with everything one could imagine
‘Twas cosmetically upgraded with bright lights and smiles on everyone.
It was hard to tell during a visit as important as this
That there would be hell to pay later for pursuing a visit.
But that’s the way it goes when your brother finally gets the care he needs
In a 4-star nursing home upgraded from one he survived where they could subtract at least 3.
We chatted, we laughed and the pupster Elle provided all the charm
The rekindling of family love, fulfilled with treats from my oven still warm.
Then came the gift from my bro when Mike let me play O.T.
And minister to his contracted frame, providing hope to both him and me.
My skills were still there and his muscle memory someday could return
Lord willing we shall see His purpose and be grateful for this wild ‘journ.
So how can I complain that some new treatment of my own did not hold
When I just started 2 days ago then walked into a fiery test a bit too bold.
‘Cause long after the last jolt, the last choreathetoid seize
I was able to get up and make myself something to eat.
Now sitting here listening to my slumbering beloved who works in the ‘morn
I am grateful for so much although tonight so much is yet unknown.
“When will this crap end?” I ask myself and the darkened night air
“In just a little while,” responds the Lover of my soul Who holds my life in His care.
So even in this I will trust in the God Who has promised
That all things will be good. Get back to bed. Good golly it’s almost (morning)!
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