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“Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.
Bad Days:
Arthritis was never invited
Bone Spurs were never my thing
Comfort is hard to come by
Depression always slips in
Empathy comes in rare moments
Fatigue decides she’s in charge
Gambling with medical cures
Hoping the day will come
Images of painless days
Joints magically healed
Knuckles inflamed and on fire
Lungs filled with fluid and pain
Motion is what I strive for
Napping is what I need
Oxycontin becomes my friend
Puzzles become my game
Quietly enduring the aches
Refreshments to numb the pain
Stiffness is lurking near me
Trying to ruin my day
Useless I now become
Vertical I cannot be
Wondering when it will get better
X-rays reveal the unwanted
Youth has been ripped at the seams
Zero relief is in sight
Good Days:
Arthritis does not own me
Better days are ahead
Coping is what I am doing
Dancing is what brings me joy
Easing into reality
Fighting like a young boy
Grateful for what God has given me
Healing day by day
Informed and educated
Justifying my pain
Knowing I am loved by so many
Loving them just the same
Making the best of my life
Never ever giving up
Older and wiser by the minute
Pushing along to the top
Quietly saying a prayer
Relaxing as much as I can
Sorrow does not consume me
Tenderness fills my heart
Urging others to accept
Venom will make me regress
Words cannot express my gratitude
Xs and Os for you all
Young and alive I am feeling
Zestfully plugging along
Wow. Outstanding! So powerful!!! I’m grateful for your candor. Praying for you!
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Thanks, L.Marie! I’m glad you enjoyed them.
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I loved them both! I give you credit… I can never do A-Z poems and have the piece actually make sense! 🙂
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Hit “post” too soon! I feel for you with the pain… 😦 I hope you have more good days than bad!
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Thanks, Lily! I know what you mean about them never making sense in the end. I guess if you stick to one topic, it’s a bit easier. Gracias, Amiga. 🙂
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My heart aches for you with the pain you are in every day, but my heart is happy that you have such a positive attitude about everything. Mwah! Hope you have a day with no pain, or as little as you’ve had in a while.
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Aww, thanks Shannon. I am usually coping well and use my humor. I think yesterday’s neck pain inspired me to write this. 🙂
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Brilliant!
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Thank you, Catherine! Glad you enjoyed it.
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I love this, Maria! Great job! My favorite and something I apply to my own illness, “Making the best of my life.” Every time I go for an infusion, I meet someone who is worse off than myself.
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Right you are, Jill! The bad days are bad but in the end you feel blessed.
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Great!
Love the last line.
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Thanks, Guap! I’m trying! 🙂
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Love this! I hope you have more good days than bad though!
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Thanks, Carrie. That’s my goal. I hate the bad days. 🙂
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Wow! I’m really impressed by this. Great job. Now if it was just all fiction.
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Thank you, Pam. If only… 🙂
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Well done! Here’s hoping to more good days than bad! Cheers!
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Thanks, Andy! Amen to that!
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I turned 50 two years ago and still struggle with that reality. I like your suggestion of writing this, so here’s my entry.
About age 45 I realized I was going to turn 50.
But I wasn’t ready, I realized.
Can’t be turning 50 already, I thought.
Death just around the corner, I contemplated.
Even if I have no choice in the matter.
Fact is everyone turns 50, if they’re lucky.
Going to keep getting older.
However, I didn’t feel old.
In fact, I felt the same way I did at 20, 30, 40, except for a little slower and more tired.
Just when I thought I had life figured out.
Kicked me in the ass, turning 50 did.
Like nothing I’d experienced before.
Menopause.
Never thought you’d look forward to that.
Oh, sure, you say, getting older beats the alternative.
People age, it’s the way the world works
Quit complaining about aging and just enjoy your life.
Right.
Sit back and keep doing the same thing I’d been doing for the previous 50 years.
Take ibuprofen for the pain.
Unleash you’re inner old lady.
Visit old folks homes, get familiar with what’s coming.
We can’t hide from aging.
Xactly.
Yet I want to try.
Zebras get old too.
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LOVE this! Wasn’t it fun? Not the turning 50 thing, the A-Z exercise! Thanks so much for visiting and playing along. 🙂
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I found it easier than I’d anticipated. Great writing exercise.
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