More black than red,
blood gathers in the tube
puncturing the crux
of left elbow –
a drip, drip of saline
curtails effects of dehydration,
while the newly infused
Gravol spreads – a calm
settling nausea; I sigh
Tests indicate an invader –
infection toppling an already
fragile system, cannot afford
the onslaught..
Hours later, I lie watching
as a storm rages outside –
the sweltering heat
having peaked,
now clashing with
cooler air advancing
Partner tracks the weather
patterns on apps, alerts
me of approaching systems
but I don’t need technology
am feeling resonance with
nature’s thunderous fracas.
(Today’s prompts are as follows: Fandango’s One Word Challenge is curtail,
Ragtag Community’s offering is trace, and Daily Addictions is afford.)
Photo is from personal collection. With the help of wonder drugs, I am at home recuperating.)
One Woman's Quest 
Well written raging connection between storm and illness! Hope you feel better soon!
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Thank you!
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This is designed so beautifully, a clear picture before my eyes:
“a drip, drip of saline
curtails effects of dehydration,
while the newly infused
Gravel spreads – a calm
settling nausea; I sigh”
And the closure is such a powerful epiphany…Loved it… Thank you for sharing such experience….
More power to you! Take care!
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Thanks! This perked me up a bit!
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Love the connection somehow reminding me of Lear on the heath (rage, rage). Maybe it’s nature’s sympathetic rhythm. Hope you feel better soon.
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A yes… a little Shakespearean drama for you, lol.
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So glad you are in the comforts of home. Feel better quickly, my friend ❤️
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Thanks, Dorinda. Life happens…
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I know it well…
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