Make Sue Smile.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.

Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

and link back to one of Sue’s most recent posts. That way Sue can see that we have reposted one of her prompts. We can do this every Thursday or anyday you like. I will try and do one every Thursday. We could also re-use any of the wonderful photos Sue has given us and write a new prompt. You can always take the prompt photo from my page and write a new poem or story.

Sue will not be reblogging any or doing a round up so just do it to make Sue smile. 💜💜

Sue Vincent #writephoto

Wordless Wednesday, it’s still plaguing me.

© willowdot21.

Every where I look I feel this brown muck invades my body . Pathetic really.

It hurts.

It Hurts.

Shoe laces taken

All you know, shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

Corridors full of  eternal walkers

Going  nowhere, watched  by  stalkers.

Screams  erupt  so do  tussles

Held down by  ‘staff ‘ with muscles.

Nothing  stops  the pain  NOTHING

Smile  at  family  don’t  let  them see  the  bluffing.

It hurts, it  hurts  you  needs  to  bleed

A sacrifice  to the demon’s  seed.

Doors  slam, locks  turn

Fears  grow behind  doors  souls burn

Help me  please help me

Blind eyes don’t see…………

Shoe laces taken

All you know,  shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

This is for mental health day

Get me a piece of cake.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache
It is eating me up inside
Cake might make it subside.

Oh! let me close my eyes
I have had enough of your lies
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

I worry so all night
My terrors all take flight
The early hours multiply fears
Soon I shall be drowning in my tears

All is becoming very plain
Worms are eating my brain
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

Image from Pixabay

Please Rip It Out.

© willowdot21

Okay I hope that no one will mind if I open up again. No doubt some of you will run for the hills thinking me bad and ugly or mad. Well that’s how I feel.

Yet I trust you guys and I need to get this out because it’s frightening me.

Now, I have not been well for months well actually it’s been about 18 months maybe longer who knows. I have felt myself slowing up, loosing weight being tired . I was beginning to get stressed. I was afraid to eat because it always ended up with me having indigestion or being sick or both. Then in June I had pain I have never had to cope with before. Yes, worse than childbirth, broken back or even sepsis.

Anyway to avoid going through it all again, what happened next was me in and out of hospital, wearing a Cholesystectomy drain and bag for three months and now I am another month into waiting for an operation. The symptoms are returning and I am scared the excruciating pain will return.

Whats worse I feel guilty because it’s not cancer or anything fatal, it a huge stone blocking my gall bladder. Though apartently in June it was so poisonous they said it was “Too dangerous to operate” .

I feel ill yes, not unwell, not poorly, actually ill. I can’t tell family, there’s been so much happening in the strange Covid times. That hubby has enough to cope with. Though he has been wonderful.

Still there is one more thing that I am finding even more difficult. It’s not the internal itching, described as bad blood or any of the other symptoms it’s what I keep seeing in my head. I can’t get away from it.

The picture below is how I now see my insides. My organs, my viens and arteries every inch of me feels dark and dirty and I want to get hold of the muck and pull it out.

Pixabay Please

I can’t escape it, eyes open or shut it’s there screaming at me. Also things in everyday life are getting to me. Gravel on the path, looks like my insides, rip it out! Stones in mud, acorns and leaves, tuffs of grass or weeds that’s what my insides look like … please rip it out!

Photo by Jock Ocularic on Pexels.com
Photo by Zura Narimanishvili on Pexels.com

So there it is I have actually told you. Does anyone else know what I am talking about. Am I going mad. I do hope you don’t think I am mad does anyone else feel this feelings? Thank you for listening.

One-Liner Wednesday.

Has anyone tried turning this year off, waiting 30seconds and then rebooting. … No, why not?

I don’t know who said it but it makes sense.

A bonus for the alternative Dictionary :

Kenya: Scottish for “Do you know? “

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Badge by Laura

Constipation

Our friends Sue Vincent and Mary Smith are both fighting Cancer right now. Both have hit another capital C. I am not talking about chemo nasty as that is. No I am talking about Constipation! Well all I can say is I have been there and it is horrendous! It may not seem like a big health issue but believe me it is. It certainly is not glamorous. So I am hoping to bring a smile to their faces and anyone else in the same or similar position. They have both discussed constapation in the comments on Mary’s blog and Mary has written about it at length, so I am betraying no secrets.

So to any of you who don’t do bodily functions or honesty perhaps this is not a poem for you .

Ruddy Constipation

Oh! This bloody constipation
It is causing me such consternation
I try my best eating veg and fruit
But do I shift it, no, I just toot.
Oh! The pain is so extreme
I push and push, grimace and scream.
Just to pass a motion now seems like a dream
The truth is more a nightmare
This dam shit is set on staying there.
I stand, I sit, I squat but the body is not playing
That,the laxative will work soon! I am truly praying!

**********

So I am sending this out to everyone suffering with cancer or any illness or disability. Keep fighting and keep taking the laxative!

Mary and Sue keep fighting!

You can visit Sue and Mary’s blogs using the Links at the beginning of this post.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 26/2020

Shelley Krupa

It is time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week our prompt. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “container.” Use the word “container” any way you’d like. Or think about a container of some kind and write about it. Enjoy!

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Today I am awake at stupid o’clock. I am depressed, tired and near to tears. It’s stupid really, I am being selfish. Yesterday was a total wash out I even annoyed hubby who has been great, even if not a little over protective. I think he’d like to put me in a container and keep me safe. I am shielding because I have been unwell since June,in hospital, out of hospital in again and now waiting for an operation. I feel guilty because there are people far worse off than me.

Last night I had really bad dreams which I just can’t shake off today, I need another container to put those in so I can throw them away and they would stop getting to me.

Covid19, yes we definitely need another container for that. Darn thing busy mutating, coming back for another bite at us all. It doesn’t look like things are going to improve anytime soon. Yup I am a miserable cow today better put me in a container too!

The misery in this container was brought to you by way of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I am off now before you all fall asleep from boredom or clear off for fear of catching the blues.

My Red Killer Shoes.

I know I put this out last week but it needs to be said again . Come on Red Shoes get kicking !

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My, we will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

my red shoes.

To my friends 💜💜💜💜💜

Three things Challenge#354

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related.
The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly.
You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish.

Your three things today are:
BELLY
LIQUID
HUNGER

Jaw dropping


Many years back while I was working in customer services in a Waitrose, I developed a very strange problem. Over the course of s week I found it more and more impossible to chew or even speak. One morning I woke up and my jaw was clamp firmly shut.
I had to visit the Dr, who when he stopped laughing sent me to see a Maxillofacial Specialist, in fact the Dr rang my dentist and asked him to refer me as he could do so quicker than a Dr.
Long story short I had a clamp shut jaw for about three months.
I could only have liquid food all that time. It was no fun and I did suffer from hunger a lot and belly ache probably because it was empty!
My main fear was I would be sick and I did feel sick a lot. Now because my jaw was clamped shut I worried if I was sick I would choke to death. Luckily I didn’t and I am here to tell the tale.
They never found the cause so it was put down to a ” Mystery Virus” .

This is part of pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge.

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