Friday Poem #160: Shock and Sore
Good evening and welcome to this week’s fabulous Friday Poem! I’m pleased to tell you that my return to swimming has so far been successful. Last Saturday I swam 800 metres in the session, and on Tuesday I increased that to 1000 metres. I have a short term goal of being able to swim a mile in 200 metres chunks by the end of February, and then after that my training regime will be in the hands of a work colleague who is a triathlete. He’s going to get my fitness and swimming technique much better, and I’m really relishing this challenge!
But enough of that – I know you’re all desperate to read this week’s poem, which again is sourced from the eternal spring that is my life.
I recently downloaded the NHS (National Health Service) App, and found that along with booking doctor appointments, and checking out symptoms, I could also access medical records – either about medications taken or known allergies. I don’t have any allergies that I’m aware of – but was surprised to find that there was a record that said in 1977 (when I was six years old), I had an allergic reaction to latex bands (underpants). I have no memory of this, and my parents never mentioned it whilst they were alive as far as I can recall. I’m left with so many questions, that I just had to write this poem.
So, here it is – I hope you don’t react badly to it.
Shock and Sore
It was when I opened the App
And came face to face with the facts
That my past rushed to greet me
With an audible “THWAPP!”
I was shocked and confused
Felling crushed deep inside.
Like I’d been forced to wear boxers
That were a much smaller size.
But there it was, plain and simple
On my screen in black and White:
An event I was not conscious of
Now brought into the light.
Why did I not have a memory?
Why was this erased without trace?
I had fragments of a puzzle
None of which were in place.
My parents never told me
Though they obviously had known
I was six when this happened
And would not have gone alone.
There would have been action to be taken –
Consequences; change of plans
How could I only discover this now
As a fully grown man?
But none of that matters
This could not have been chance;
My medical record said “Sensitivity
Adverse reaction to Latex bands (underpants)”
So many questions,
And all the answers untold;
Why was I wearing latex underwear
At less than seven years old?
How severe was the reaction?
How long did the marks take to fade?
Should I cancel that Gimp suit
I just bought on eBay?
Perhaps I should leave it
It could be quite safe –
Possibly the greatest risk might be
The chance it might chafe.
Part of me wants to find out,
I’ve just got to be sure
If this is just some clerical error
Or if I’ll be squeaking and sore.
I’ll never know what truly happened
April 18th, 1977
Both my parents have passed on
And are looking down now from heaven.
I wish I could see them for one moment
If I could just have one chance
I’d ask how the hell I ended up
Allergic to Latex underpants!
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