My Face Hurts (I Have a Sinus Infection) Poem
Laying here in the middle of the night
I cannot stop sweating as
My fever continues to climb.
My ears are so clogged and
They hurt to lay my head on the pillow.
I cannot breathe through my nose.
Of course, it too is stopped.
I think the antibiotics are starting to work.
I hope the antibiotics are starting to work.
All over my face are hot spots of pain.
Too bad I can't peel back the skin and
Scoop away those hot spots of pain.
Now I am freezing under three different quilts.
I am so miserable.
I hate this pain. Even more
I hate that I feel the need to complain.
My ears throb with every heartbeat.
I almost wish my eardrums to explode and
Let the nasty gunk out.
Wouldn't that be the beiginning of much needed relief?
My face hurts. It feels like it will break.
My eyes are heavy and almost ready to fall out.
I cannot swallow let alone speak words.
Did a sinus infection really disable me so?
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