Health Poems (230)

Your speaking to the only (?) person on the planet that had fun having a stroke. Ten years ago I went out one January morning to blow snow. My neighbor was usually an early bird had not done his driveway or walks yet. I figured he wasn't feeling well and blew his driveway and sidewalks, then just started mine and got REAL tired, didn't know why, now I do. When one uses a snow blower you push it and when done you turn it off, get behind it, throw your arms behind you and grab the handle to pull it where you store it. Turned the machine off, got behind and threw my left arm over and grabbed the handle, then threw my right arm over three times and realized my arm was paralyzed, knew what was happening and went in the house to call my ex-wife and COULD NOT utter any kind sound from my mouth. As I was waiting for EMS to come I did some thinking. Knew nothing about stokes, other than they suck and you don't want one. So at that point I "accepted" (very powerful word) what was going on, knowing if one fights for something they cannot fix you only wind up hurting yourself mentality. So I figured what was done is done. I felt no fear or scariness. I did have facial muscles and could smile. I'm right handed and was joking with the EMS guys with my left hand on paper. Did gain my voice and arm back, within 3 hours, BUT I lost an average of 22% of my short term memory which can be a bugger, when you know it.

In the suspension of consciousness
Exits the 3rd stage.
In the midst of a lessen sense of awareness
Next phase is me, my presence is intense,
As I grasps my one member audience on the center stage.

Scientists have given me the name REM.
"Rapid eye movement."
I'm where dreams commence.
The mind pens stories on the endless reems of parchment .

The brain is very active under my reign.
With an electroencephalograph one can bare witness to the cerebrum maestro's composition

I'm known as active or paradoxical sleep
Whether it be for minutes or hours you'll be submerged in the deep.
In that moment you're a prisoner, mines to keep.

Lose your footing.
Reach out to find 'there's nothing to stop you from falling.
The ground just gives way, though you are sitting still.

Emotions shift like time-lapsed seasons caught in a seamless loop, but are forms of winter collapsing inwards - though you are sitting still.

You're in two places at once, though you are sitting still.

Sometimes you don't need anyone,
and want to be alone.
Keep the distance away from people.
You've suddenly became a loner.
Less talk.
Sad eyes.
No more smile and laugh between us.
You shield yourself.

Then I realized.
Actually you just want to be found.
With them asking "are you okay?"
That is enough for you.

Old age creeps upon my face
Skin now wrinkles
Gone my youth
The smooth gone now wrinkled part of me
Pain in my heart pain in my sole
From my life's toil
My heart ache
From pain older wiser I am now
But still think if my youth gone lost but not forgotten my youth

As the nights grow short and my soul grows long
you can find me by the river
where hope caries on

tell all these stones in my heart
were only sand in the sea

At Horror Hospital in the Emergency Ward, strange practices are being carried out, like digging for veins to fit canulas, my arm was a victim when it blew up like a balloon and it started to bleed, do they know what they are doing ?. Another situation, why are they starving me when I am diabetic ?. They must know the risks low glycemic levels can cause, though they continue to do this. I personally think they have lost the plot; the ailment I have is a virus so they infuse me with antibiotics which is non effective against this problem, I am not happy about this practice and feel this could have been avoided with tablets. This I feel is incompetence that is why I don't like this hospital as it feels more like a prison sentence.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 6th November 2018

The story starts as a man is rushed to hospital for emergency operation on his left leg, the surgeon decides to take off the leg below the knee, after months of convalescence the man was ready for moulding and fitting of the new limb. The man found new problems with walking as his leg hurt so much, he would try to stuff foreign objects to relieve the pain, but to no avail, the pain was still there. As time went by it was found the leg would only work in it's original configuration, it works better now though the pain persists, the man has learned many things as his first goal is to leave for home. At present the man is still here, awaiting his release date to go home. I should know because I am that man.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 13th November 2018

Sugar comes from sugar cane and when it is refined it is processed for use in all sorts of food, the world relies heavily upon it's use in sugary treats, jellies and of course chocolate and the children love it, so do adults. Now here's the bad news. Sugar if heated turns black and becomes a form of poison, it can destroy people's teeth and in extreme cases it can hospitalize people due to high sugar levels, the cause is Diabetes, which can damage many parts of the body, the evil god called Sugar can literally snuff out your life if you are not careful, yet the world relies on it like a huge drug problem. Like other addictions, once you are hooked on sugar it is for life, Your life. Sugar is promoted so much while the world is suffering with unhealthy bodies. We need to cut the sugar or death may be the final result.

Author...John Ginesi
Written...14th October 2018

How long you desire
How long you say
How long you want happiness
How long you stay ?!?