WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?

Back to the assignment book my son and daughter in law gave me. I had to start with That August Day. I had to make up a medication that does not exist.

That August day

made me pray

for mercy!

My head was pounding 

like a woodpecker on 

a metal roof

Could hardly see

my eyes were strabismic

I reached …

in my disarranged 

medicine cabinet 

in my dim 

bathroom

pulled out the first

pill box 

my quavering hands touched

I squinted my confused eyes

to examine the fine print

It seemed to say Motrin

I swallowed a few pills…

Soon my mind was confused

like two year old 

trying tie it’s shoe laces

while jumping on a pogo stick

My hearing went backwards

like a man who sees a bear 

and it’s cubs 

running straight at him

My sight was upside down

like a trapeze artist

swinging with a monkey

on a banana tree

I started screaming 

like a wild banshee

I heard the front door

swing open

then my husband’s voice 

came to life

“Wife what have you done?”

I could barely reply,

“Took some pills for my head”

He grabbed the pill box

and read

Moronic

‘What the F

a stupid pill?’

‘Where did you find these?”

I replied,

“In the medicine cabinet”

He read the bottle’s warning label

Can cause :

dizziness

lack of sentence formation 

feeling like you are someone else

and just plain stupidness

So he called 911

They said, “We have had a lot of calls about those pills tonight. 
There is an antidote”

“Oh and do this fast because another side effect 
is the side effects are contagious.”

By Lynn Hahn