Thoughts While Ridin' the Breeze Under a Slow Drip

A little over a year ago, I got a deep-seated infection in my leg. To stay out of the hospital, I had to lie in bed or sit on the sofa with my leg elevated, and do nothing for ten to fourteen days. But what about the laundry, supper, all the errands? How could Max function without me? He needed me, the UNIVERSE needed me...didn't they? Sometimes we have to stop moving so fast. We have to slow down and smell those flowers! Each of us is replacable! That's a hard one to swallow!... I overdid and it got me in trouble; I kept doing, and almost was admitted to the hospital. Thankfully, Doc just made me come in every day. He gave me an I.V. drip in his office exam room, and while I was lying flat on my back, my Muse showed up and started spitting out this poem. She has such a warped sense of humor sometimes! Max had a sticky note pad in his pocket, and wrote this poem on fourteen little yellow sheets of paper; he put it in my WORD folder when we got home.

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