This winter has been one of the coldest ones I can remember. I don't like cold at all, so this hasn't been a fun season for me! The following poem was written as the snow was, once again, falling outside my window.

Away Winter, Away!

I'm so tired of all this cold.

In fact, it's getting really old.

Winter, you've brought much snow and ice,

And you haven't been all that nice.

The days pass by oh so slowly.

It makes me feel very lowly.

Clouds of gray fill the sky;

Looks like the dead of nigh.

Winter, you've turned me into a meany.

And, I won't be able to wear a bikini.

For you have made me so lazy and fat.

I feel like Charlotte the Web's rat.

Spring come fast and bring some heat.

For I want to feel like moving my feet.

Winter, leave and don't come back,

Or else I will give you a big smack.

You put me in such a mood,

That others are tired of me being so rude.

Enough of you and the cold you bring.

It's time for the sun and wonderful spring!

My Surgery

As many of you know, this past Monday I had surgery to correct a deviated septum and enlarged turbinate in my nose, and I had 1/2 inch of swollen tissue removed. The surgery went really good, and the doctor is optimistic that it will help with my breathing and sinus infection problem. Apparently, I've been living with this condition for sometime. I'm already feeling somewhat better. I can hear better, and I don't have drainage in my throat constantly. However, since late October, I have been having sinus infections over and over. It was really getting annoying, and I was going to the doctor more than I have ever been in my life. At one time, I thought I was going to go crazy! This is a poem I wrote after the doctor told me that I was going to have to have 3 consecutive Rocephin shots. If you've ever had one, you will never want three, as they are painful! So, I dedicate this poem to those of you who've had this similar problem!

Sinus Infections

I hate sinus infections! They really stink.

They mess with your mind and you can't think.

You go to the doctor day after day,

In hope that your pain will soon go away.

Antibiotics just make you sick all the more,

And steroids make you pace the floor.

You're so tired and no rest you'll find

You'll soon think you're losing your mind.

The fever rises as high as the sky;

Advil and Tylenol won't help. Oh my!

Then you must take Rocephin in your hip;

It hurts like heck as you bite your lip.

You want so badly to be happy,

But all you feel is really crappy.

Eventually the anger will come out,

And you'll scream, yell, and shout!

Someone please help me if you can.

Please come up with some other plan.

For this is not much fun, you see.

To feel like this is just not me!