Christopher totally ignoring the TV when he has an iPad.
September 30, 2015
I feel good for my age. I have no major complaints except
for the strep throat that I just over came.
After I dealt with the pain for the past four days reflecting back on it
now I realize it made me feel as if hell was placed squarely in my throat.
The pain was so bad that I’m pretty sure my inner throat was
outlined with pins, like the creature, Pinhead from Hellraiser, do you remember
that movie? It was as if a thousand pins where lodged inside my esophagus
tearing my internal flesh with any quiver of my throat muscles.
I couldn’t eat or sleep nor even swallow my own salvia. My
body rejected anything that I wanted to eat even if I proclaimed, “down the
hatch!” My stomach wasn’t buying what I was shoveling in. Most of the time I wound
up drooling like a dog staring at a plate of food that his owner refuses to
give him.
The good news is that I bounced back from the illness with
bodacious resiliency. I’m now 15 pounds
lighter and my craving for food could be best satisfied by locating nearest
Golden Corral’s, all you can eat buffet.
This food eating frenzy must be what my children’s
resiliency is like when my boys seem to bounce back from anything that occurs
to them. Youth is King and the sick and old can only reminisce how it was from
when we were young and held our own youth crown.
Watch a kid take a tumble and then shrug it off and get
right back up. If I hit my head or fall and act as if I didn't hurt it’s only because I’m embarrassed but
rest assured I’m wincing in pain and more than likely crying like a baby later
on in the day.
If my kids trip and fall hard to the ground do they cry?
Only briefly until something distracts them, like a
butterfly passing by, and all is forgotten.
What if my boys run into a door?
Who cares, brush it off as if it didn’t hurt. If I ran into
a door I’d swear someone shut it when I knew it was open even though more
likely than not I was the one who shut it.
Fall of their bike and tumble hard into the ground?
Childs play. They’re more concerned about their bike being
scratched. Okay I’ll give it to them if I fell of my bicycle I’d complain about the
money I paid for it.
Nothing gets to these boys, not even being sick because
their imagination takes away all their fear and daddy’s reassurance comforts
them when they need validation that everything will be okay.
I can only surmise that all kids are like this. It’s their
fountain of youth that I wish I could bottle but not to sell it however so I
can drink their youth to heal my own bumps and bruises. Hmm that sounds like a
horror movie.
But now that the real horror of my painful throat affliction
is gone I can be thankful that my boys didn’t catch such a nasty ailment and I
can be thankful that if they did they can quickly recover from it because their
youth is king but my youth is in my prime and that ain’t bad.
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