The doctor called it a skin infection,
cellulitis to give it a proper medical name.
I thought it was the shepherd David
slinging missiles of bacterial stones.
There was a whoosh and whoosh windup--
which I didn’t see, but
the pain to my lower left shin
was Goliath as I ever felt.
Three thousand years of being dead
played havoc with the psalmist’s aim;
for this I “make a joyful noise”
and give praise unto the Lord.
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It is something to be thankful that his aim was lower than your forehead... in fact, come to think of it, good thing it was even much lower than that. :-)
Vaughn that sent another chill up my spine.
Do you have cellulitis? I have a close friend that suffered with that and it was rough.
a new look at the Old Testament. :)
ouch in all senses
(try a gin sling instead) :)
I couldn't help but chuckle at your words but am also wishing you a speedy recovery from this painful affliction.
wow, this made me smile and cringe at the same time!
cool
Hope you feel better soon!
Thanks all. Still some swelling and tenderness in the leg. Been dissolving my antibiotics in my beer to speed the recovery process.
I smile - then I grimace! nina
I should have written an ode to my shingles! Good job.
There's that Baptist upbringing coming out! Hope all's well!
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