Reibus

From my long years as a volunteer at Drury Lane Theatre where I grew up, I had heard the music so many times from the show "Fiddler on the Roof". The song "If I Were a Rich Man" always got me singing with it. I recently heard it again - so this time it lead into a warble of being rich, whether men or women. If I were a rich man... I'd think I'm lucky Just turn off thoughts of this I'm not a man I'm not ever rich I'd like, though, to live on in bliss! My name's not Fiddler (though sometimes I wish) I've never been on a roof Except when I built My own first home... The sale was a burden of proof! If I was a woman... that's gender correct... Do I turn this saying off too? I've got female breasts And other women stuff But I'm treated like I said "I do" I used my brain many years ago I'd tested okay most times If I was thoughtful Thinking ahead I'm not sure I'd still use these

Anita felt very grumpy. She had to go up to the local hospital for another test, but she didn’t really believe that they would find anything unless they did the real tests. She knew, she thought she did, what might be in her body, but she had sighed, got frustrated, even got angry, when she’d been up there before. No, they didn’t find anything, and yet she could tell them why her stomach was painful, why she had backaches, why her legs cramped, why there were hours when she couldn’t even see. Every single day she woke up early in the morning in pain, curled up with her stomach feeling like it was due to burst out, her head feeling like a migraine after putting up with the rest of her body for so long – and she believed that! She would lie on her side and concentrate on breathing in, breathing out, long slow breaths which she hoped, every day, would relieve her pain at least a little bit. It was a week since she’d last gone up to the hospital, to Emergency. She’d given them her

This seems like how I felt around about this time. There are other stories I wrote this year, similar things. Have you ever felt this way? It was a volcano, waiting to erupt in her body. Her vision was getting blurry. She started to lose her balance. She knew something was terribly wrong, but she didn’t know what it was. It felt like a volcano. It must have been. Her double vision crept over. She could not walk or write. She couldn’t pick up her mobile. She looked out of the window, trying so hard to see what she could have seen every day. She couldn’t. It vanished, into somewhere that she didn’t know. She felt scared. Her blood pressure rose. She was angry. She felt rage. Her body curled up, and she couldn’t stop it. She felt a tremendous headache that wouldn't stop. Please, she cried to herself, please, I will lose consciousness! She lay down on the floor, closed her eyes, tried to regain her breath. Tears ran out of her eyes, across her face, onto the fl