Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Cold Comfort: A Poem

The sun scorches my retinas
As I dig for my shades
In the vast depths of
My Fossil handbag.

I climb in the car
And start her up
I back out of the drive
Every motion disrupting my equilibrium

I try to take comfort
That there is no traffic
In the near future
But I stop and buy Kleenex

No amount of gale force
I can muster
will dislodge the obstacles
In my sinus cavities

I sit in my cube
I listen to a trainer
I read about HIPAA
I sniffle

Curses! This cold...
Why now? Why me?
The snot in my head
Blocks my brain from learning

Thank God they all think I'm stupid.

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9 Comments:

Blogger Raven said...

I'm sure they don't think you are stupid! I'm betting they know that you have a cold and are making the best of it!

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 6:40:00 PM

 
Blogger Dale said...

Give them the poem and re-poll them.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 7:49:00 PM

 
Blogger Boldly Serving Up Wheat Grass said...

I think it's actually against HIPAA regulations to use HIPAA in a poetic context. The fines for this could be staggering.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 12:11:00 AM

 
Blogger deadspot said...

If it helps, I think you're a genius.

Or, to translate for the cold-impaired:

Ib id hebs, I dink oor a geedius.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 9:21:00 AM

 
Blogger GETkristiLOVE said...

What a lovely poem. I can identify - I hate it when boogers are hung up on my nose stud and I can't blow them through.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 11:17:00 AM

 
Blogger SkylersDad said...

Beautiful Flannery.

"I sit in my cube
I listen to a trainer
I read about HIPAA
I sniffle"

Might I suggest changing
I read about HIPAA
I sniffle

To-

I read about HIPAA
I try to take my own life with my staple remover.

Nothing in the world is worse than listening about HIPAA.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 11:52:00 AM

 
Blogger vikkitikkitavi said...

Having just gotten over a wicked rotten 3-week-long cold, may I suggest you go to bed tonight with some Robitussin nighttime formula?

I also had a bad cough with my cold, so I used the decongestant/cough suppresant/knock-me-on-my-ass-for-8-hours-please formula. Saved my life.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 12:43:00 PM

 
Blogger Jenny Jenny Flannery said...

Raven: Oh, I know they don't...they just are underestimating me at this point. Fortunately.

Dale: I'll do that.

BSUWG: Uh-oh...

Deadspot: Thag you.

GKL: Thanks and ew. I'm glad I don't have a nose ring.

SD: Hee!

Vikki: I've been taking generic, green-death formula NyQuil. Gotta love that giant fucking Q.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007 6:39:00 PM

 
Blogger Ali said...

Your site is very lovely.
I love this writing.
Cheers!

Thursday, October 04, 2007 9:36:00 PM

 

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