Photo by Stephen Boyer
Going Through Hoops
Sometimes it seems that we always are going through hoops to just be.
There are meds to be taken and treatments to do, you see.
Then phone rings. I answer and someone says, "Let's get together."
I say, "I'd love to, but what do you think about the weather?
Will it be too warm or too cool?"
(Having to ask that makes me feel like a fool.)
"At the place we are going, do they allow smoke?"
(You know that most 'No Smoking' areas are such a joke!)
"Do they have good air circulation there?"
(Or will we all be re-breathing each other's air?)
"Will everyone follow guidelines for cross-infection protection?"
(Or do we have to worry about coming home with some new infection?)
Before you can invite someone new you must say,
"Do you have pan-resistant bugs, B. cepacia or MRSA?"
Going to a conference requires even more work
Sometimes I feel like I am a jerk.
First it's a trip to a doc to collect sputum for culture
Then it may mean a visit to a blood-drawing vulture.
Forms to be filled out, releases to sign
We may risk our lives on the dotted line.
Seeing friends may be less work for you than for me
Since I must go through so many hoops, just to be.