The Fateful Dance with Covid-19

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Twas a windy Saturday morn

When would hit my home

A virulent violent storm!

All at once I was beset with a raging high-grade fever

On Sunday eve my constitution had become noticeably weaker

Mounting nausea propelled me to the bathroom

To do the old heave- ho!

In a moment I had fainted!

Unknowingly blacked out!

My face striking the bathroom floor!

My adoring wife Eva

Found me prostrate there a bloody mess!

I fainted once more

And fell once again to the floor

As my health situation rapidly digressed

Two days in the emergency room at St John’s Episcopal Hospital

Where they monitored my vitals

And injected me with monoclonal antibodies to ease the duress

As I pondered life sequestered

And ruminated on my funeral epitaph recitals

What saved me is that my immune system did not initially overreact

The dreaded Covid-19 disease you see

Causes ones own immune system in certain people

To go on the attack

A fortuitous circumstance!

As i lay on the intensive care bed rack

Had my breathing measuring a constant 95

Stable and intact

So I am still here!

Not yet quite clear

When I will be able to carry on the daily task

To all of you!

I must behoove!

Do not let your guard down and go outside without wearing your mask!

Alas upon returning home from the Intensive Care Unit

To my buoyant hound Milly

In my sparse humble abode

I experienced a terrible inflammation within my noggin!

My nodes felt as if they were ready to explode!

Feeling as if the top of my head was exposed!

Terrible headaches for two months ensued!

T’wen it was finally via my neurologist I received the good news?

I had made it through my long-term trial with the cutthroat viral disease Covid-19

Yet the nerves at the side of my head

Running down to the base of my neck

Had been torpedoed as if by a submarine!

High-voltaged!

Screaming Meemies!

The whim-whams defile my being!

I shudder!

I rage!

I vent!

I how and mutter!

Stuttering aghast at my painful healing!

In vain the villain racks my brain

Foul insolence!

Doth not let my enduring pain!

Be lost on those unfortunate souls

The beast thrives on to remain

Who dither and complain!

With not a smidgeon of shame

Refusing to be administered the readily available Covid-19 vaccine!

Published by The Appeal to Safety LLC

I am the owner of The Appeal To Safety. The Appeal to Safety is a Construction Safety Management/ Safety Consulting business. We provide Site Safety Managers/ Site Safety Coordinators/ Concrete Safety Managers/ Construction Site Fire Safety Managers for prospective NYC Construction companies that are well-versed in NYC Dept. of Buildings, FDNY, CDC, DOT and other relevant government agency codes and regulations/ safety standards. We also can provide EHS Construction Safety Managers for Heavy Civil Construction projects based in New York City and vicinity. We have a vast database of Licensed Safety Managers that we utilize to find Outstanding Safety Manager Candidates for our clients. Please contact for any and all of your Construction Safety needs! Together we will make The Appeal to Safety! Enjoy my original poetry with curated music videos! Have a great day!

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