At this time last year, I was recovering from a tropical, mosquito-borne disease on the opposite side of the world. It was not a pretty or fun couple weeks of being sick, but God's grace was all over it. I've never wanted to complain about this experience, and I am not starting now. I was, however, compelled to document it as I recalled the experience in recent days. I was inspired to write a bit of unconventional poetry...well, I think it explains itself.
Dengue Remembered
Nausea
get sick
rest
get sick
head imploding
eyes stab like a shish-ka-bob
joints aching
bones breaking
heat rises
sweat
falls
delirium
“HAVE FAITH IN GOD” sticks
like peanut
butter to the roof of your mouth.
arrozcaldo
in
the cauldron
liquids in, liquids out
pills popping
friends stopping
faces like a whack-a-mole
cool rag to the skin
and muscle-kneading
(needed more than they know)
a rocky road to become the specimen.
Sit.
Up.
short, small breaths
heart racing in my chest
room spins
head hangs, light
try to force a little bite
Open.Wide.
Swallow.
Hard.
‘nother ride, to the ward.
needles pricking, sticking
into
my veins
chair glides
I slide
in and out of sleep
pills popping
friends stopping
faces like a whack-a-mole
joints aching
bones breaking
thirst-slaking all day long.
Night has come.
Rear is numb
from bed-inhabiting.
strange sounds from the tube invade my ears;
Attempt to prevent my brain to hear.
awake once again--
what hour on the clock?
a pump, a prick, bandage applied.
always waking,
waking to a nurse by my side.
--a surge of angst whirls—PEOPLE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE
WORLD.
daylight comes; type out an email.
sleep
stir
turn
gaze
out my window, a beautiful day.
Forced nutrition:
crackers,
soup;
Sip and nibble
just to please...
liquids in, liquids out.
Rising is slow; steady now, steady.
for all I’m not eating, my body is
heavy.
friends become family--measuring liquid gold.
measure, discard.
measure, discard.
days and nights
meld together;
stream of people,
ebb and flow.
moment of calm--
Jesus speaks through a father’s placid voice
He walks on the water, He calms the sea.
tears escape, push their way through
the veil that’s been closed too tight to undo.
Pills still popping
friends still stopping in to say hi,
raise a prayer.
Joints release aching
fever breaking
spots appear
claw at the surface
for what’s deep within;
looks like the circus
is under my skin.
Platelets dropped; need some extra.
people talk
come and go;
faces like a whack-a-mole
here’s the bag
white liquid first.
feels cold;
--my wrist could burst!
long smooth strokes
repeat and knead.
drifting off--
what slurred speech??
Another sun
cold food on a tray.
Red meat I can’t eat
nor do I want.
doc says good, it’s going up.
I’m ready to bathe
it’s been ten days.
I’m flaky
shaky
as we ride,
I’ll close my eyes.
sun burns bright
steps falter, I grasp any arm I can find.
Weeks pass and hours are filled with words on pages,
shows on TV I haven’t seen for ages.
coffee-smoothies, mango, ice cream.
second family was formed, thankful prayers are said.
Savory dishes, dogs, bed.
Rest and repeat.
but please,
don’t repeat.
