Ow, ow, yuck, yuck, day three in my bed
No energy; no appetite; a pounding hurting head
I clearly have lost all my brilliant sense of humour!
(all thrown in with a small sense of blinkin' beepin' tumour).
It's not the cancer causing this pain
but the repeated drugs throughout my vein
I know I will feel better by next week
But still the tears run down my cheek.
I ate the beef, the curly kale, still my bones they ache
Next time I'll try some Guinness maybe with a piece of cake
I will be fine, I know its true
Just give me a day or two....
Man does not live by coffee alone. Have a danish
Next week's Sunday lunch will be cake and Guinness .... now that actually sounds like a good idea! T x
ReplyDeleteWe think your humour hasn't gone
ReplyDeleteEven though you're feeling wrong
All our love M&D xx
At least it's a good day to stay in bed..the rain is causing many a bad hair day today! Does Bob have bad hair days? If not, I want one!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you
Bevxxx