Haiku is the best medicine

I’m in that frame of mind where the hours seem to fall into one another.
Time does strange things when you’re poorly and depressed. Five minutes takes forever, then an hour has passed in a flash.
Here’s some poetry:

Time doesn’t stand still
But sometimes it can drag on
Like it’s stuck in mud

I hate feeling ill
My mind seems to go awry
When my body aches

I hate fevers coz
With a high temperature
I dream of spiders

The internet says
‘Having a hot bath might help.’
Thank you, Doctor Web

Yet again it seems
I’ll lose an entire week to
Coughing and sniffles

RC 12-2-16