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Post by TishArby on May 21, 2002 10:26:47 GMT -5
ha ha, i been taking that ginkgo biloba and was feeling really fresh and active no figgy brain...
and must have been so good that i jumped ahead a week gosh knows how i done it,.. i thought we was in next week.... and last night when i realised i felt down and foogu again... went to the shops taling to my hubby lunch time and i didnt know what the hell was going on....
oh my, back to square one again
booohoooo
so i got this poem
I have lost a week Feeling like I'm walking in a fog Forgetting where I am what the day Feeling the pains Waiting for the days to end hoping for a better day the next Feeling tired feeling the weight on my shoulders Unable to walk, feels of walking for miles Not know what to say or what I am saying ‘Confusion’ with others Becoming upset, hating myself, The feeling of loosing ‘control’ Feeling more pain, being sat on by a elephant Having a small breathe, Day in day out They go on ‘forever’ But then I think. I only have one life Get on with it take the ‘pain’ take the ‘anger’ take the ‘stresses and strains’ Be happy, And then next week it starts all over ‘again’…
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Snoopy
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Post by Snoopy on May 22, 2002 4:29:15 GMT -5
I really like the poem. It really describes what this all feels like. I think I will let my friends and family read it if you don't mind. They are forever asking what it feels like and when I say tired, achy, living in a fog etc I hear things like just go do something you will feel better or it doesn't look like you are sick....I hate that !!!!
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Post by TishArby on May 22, 2002 8:00:51 GMT -5
thanks snoopy, yes you can share it thats what i have put it up here for toooo.....
love n hugs
tasha x x
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Post by SANNIE on Oct 14, 2004 8:55:31 GMT -5
Thought you might like this one!
My forgetters getting better, But my rememberer is broke To you that might seem funny But, to me that is no joke
For when I'm"here" I'm wondering If I really should be "there" And when I try to think it through, I havn't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room Say "what am I here for?" I wrack my brain, but all in vain! A zero is my score.
At times I put something away Where it is safe, but, Gee! The person it is safest from Is generally me!
When shopping I may see someone, Say Hi! and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself "Who was that?"
Yes, my forgetters getting better While my remeberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke!!!
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