The Workaholic Calls in Sick
I feel so sorry for myself that in my pain I wallow.
I cannot eat a single thing. It hurts too much to swallow.
I don’t respond to illness well. My vision’s so distorted
that all my work plans for the day will have to be aborted.
However much I writhe in pain, I cannot ease my torment.
I’m waiting for my voicelessness to ease up and go dormant
so I can resume life again in all my past perfection,
putting well behind me my ideal health’s defection.
Prompt words for today are voiceless, distorted, swallow, however and illness. Image by Anh Nguyen on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Some days are like that 🙂
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This is me.
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Ohhh, I do hope you’re not recounting your pained self!? Be well, stay safe.
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Nope..When you are your own boss, no need to call. But I’m not sick. Thanks for the well-wishing and please follow that advice yourself, Dale.
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I’ve never been anywhere near that level of commitment to any job… Nice work, Judy. Thanks
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