Category Archives: Aging

Post Hiatus Post

Between the cold and travel, my routinefor daily exercise was put on hold.And three-week interruptions always meana rough return to work now I’m this old.I woke a little hesitant, and toldmyself I’m well enough to ride today.Reluctance won’t prevail; I’m … Continue reading →

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Treatment

My esthetician recommends I paya visit to her once a month (or two).And though it’s superficial, I displaymy face quite frequently, to me and you.So rising, first I bathe and use shampoo,and then I walk an hour to her couch,where … Continue reading →

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Fragility

It isn’t accurate to say I’m frail,but lately I feel my fragility.No organ yet is threatening to fail,and I’m retaining my abilityto move and reason. No senilitybesieges me, but health feels tentative.I act with care, and my tranquilitydemands my focus … Continue reading →

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A Little Gully

All of a sudden I’m feeling less well.My troubles are small but they’re starting to swell.The tally increases – the minor too many.I’m willing improvement from total to any.

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The Protective Phlegm Conjecture

I used to smoke a lot and every coldresulted in bronchitis that would lastfor weeks. The cough was chronic, uncontrolled,and sometimes it came on so strong and fastI’d wrench a rib, and then I had to holda pillow when I … Continue reading →

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Hunch

My symptoms aren’t constant or severe.I don’t believe I need an M.R.I.And anyway, I cannot see a clearor easy way to get one if I try.The state of care is not the patient’s friend.I’d have to book and wait and … Continue reading →

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Laughing as I Sneeze

I caught the baby’s cold and I feel worsethan she, apparently, because I’m old.(Of course, she can’t communicate in verseor prose, so maybe what I claim’s untrue).I got my body home, where I could nursemyself, and chuckle every time I … Continue reading →

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February Heat Wave

A winter baby, I have liked the coldas long as I recall. I fantasizeof comfort teemed with blankets, heat controlledby fireplace or furnace, darkened skiesby night or storm. Imagining I’m holedup in a cabin, cozy, satisfies.I’m lucky I grow chiller … Continue reading →

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Herniation

In over 30 days away from thoseI’m used to hanging with, two days a week,although I exercised after I rosemost days, exhaling with good breath technique,I had occasion for surprise to speakto me – percussively, about my spine.In hoists and … Continue reading →

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Bubble Stretch

The bubble didn’t burst, but it increasedin volume, now that Omicron has dipped –it made a little room for me at least.They took a test and masks and, so equipped,they drove to my address and then releasedthe hugs our recent … Continue reading →

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