Borderline hypochondria in lockdown—a poem

Do you have borderline hypochondria in lockdown?
One half thinks her throat is hot
and breeding mould.
She knows she’s got
a dubious deadly cold.
Her other half knows
that she has not—
but even so
she will not go
to that wedding funeral or protest
unless her hot-head half agrees
she’s got a hearty hefty body
with not a single tingle
bold and ready
to breathe and mingle
with the non-hot
the majority, the healthy.
Just a bit of nonsense. But it’s a thing, isn’t it, this super-sensitive borderline hypochondria in lockdown? And a good thing too.
It sure is! Lots of people think that way
It sure is nice to wake in the morning and find you’re not dead. I always consider that a brilliant start to the day!
Couldn’t agree more. Good morning world–I’m still with you!
Good Morning…..Me too…I’m still here…yeah….yes every self ailment examined in more than the usual detail…check again the pandemic symptoms list…..nope …don’t have enough of those …..yes…. another day to live as my last……mxhugx
So funny, isn’it it. But necessary too.
Especially since they keep adding symptoms to the list! I think there isn’t one that couldn’t indicate the virus. My husband has to daily remind me of the very high pollen count as a more reasonable explanation for my irritated self.
Wise man 🙂