Poetry in notions
In olden days, when injured, it was from sport, or bicycles, or wrestling rams, or climbing trees; nowadays just turning over in bed will do.
Comes a time in everyone’s life when the most thrilling event of a week is not a party or a present or promotion or lottery win, but just a low blood pressure reading for once.
Once upon a time I was much more than the sum of my ailments and side effects of medicines, but now I have no time left for anything else.
Anxiety is a monster hiding around every corner, under every bed, in every unopened cupboard, on sunny days and dark nights, in Winter and Spring, in happy memories and sad memories, and I can never say “Boo Monster”.