Everyday Canvas

Perfection and Sickness

For "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" 

Prompt: What does a perfect day look like to you?

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Is there such a thing? I don’t believe in perfect anything. As to my better, more satisfactory days, I left them behind.

But talking about days, I like them to be without storms of any kind. Atmospheric or internal.

For: "Space Blog" 

Prompt: From ദƖυҽყҽʐ 🤍 ’s "Recipe For the Morning After" 

What do you do if you wake up sick?

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I’d hate that! I don’t like being sick and incapacitated.

Still, I think I’d call the doctor or the nurse, but first, I’d try to figure out from which part of me the sickness is arising. Chances are, depending on the severity of it, I could do something about it until help could arrive.

ദƖυҽყҽʐ 🤍 ’s poem, however, talks about hangovers. I don’t drink at all when alone, but sometimes, I take a sip or two with company, only to be companionable. I don’t even like what that little sip of alcohol does to my senses or to my stomach, either. So, I can understand how bad a hangover can be. I’ve seen people suffer from it.

Why bring something so atrocious onto oneself, unless the person is a masochist?