A night, plagued by both restless legs and a kind of strangulated
tenderness emanating from the axillary lymph nodes, found me more exhausted on
arising from the duvet realm, shortly after 10.00am, than I had been when I got
myself into the bed 11 hours earlier. This did not bode well for the ensuing
cold and damp morning and afternoon; that sense of foreboding proved quite apt.
Aches in wrists and elbows forced me to lay both
laptop and tablet pc’s aside as a nausea inducing hollow ache in the armpits
took control. I removed my outer garments and applied elbow and wrist supports
in an attempt to alleviate the symptoms. The discomfort intensified ….
Anyway, the following poem resulted from this
experience.
Poem and illustration both by yours truly
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