THE FIRST KICK-IN

HI JOURNAL,
GOOD MORNING JOURNAL.
A TYPICAL START TO THE DAY.

I WAKE, MY BLADDER WAKES ME,
I TWIST AND TURN, STRETCH MY LEGS, MY BACK, MY ARMS.
I HURT EVERYWHERE.
I SIT UP ON THE EDGE OF THE BED,
HEEDING MY NURSE'S INSTRUCTIONS,
NOT TO GET UP TOO QUICK,
LEAST LOW BLOOD PRESSURE RESULTS IN A FALL.
AFTER ONE MINUTE I STAND,
MOVE TO THE BATHROOM, EVER SO SLOWLY,
AND DO WHAT A MAN MUST DO.

INTO THE KITCHEN, AGAIN EVER SO SLOWLY,
SOME MORNINGS I  MOVE,
MORE SMOOTHLY AND QUICKER THAN OTHERS.

DOSET BOX, I TAKE MY FIX,  IT'S POP A PILL TIME,
A COCKTALE OF SIX TABLETS AND CAPSULES,
TO KICK START THE DAY, 
A CUP OF COFFEE TO QUICKEN KICK-IN.

I MOVE TO MY DESK AND BEGIN PLANNING THE DAY, 
PSYCHING MYSELF UP, CENTERING, FOCUSING,
AWAITING THAT BEAUTIFUL MOMENT,
THE FIRST KICK-IN OF THE DAY.

I WRITE AND TALK MYSELF UP,
DON'T CARE WHO READS IT,
MY HAND WRITTING IS ALMOST ILLEGABLE ANYWAY.

LEGS BEGIN TO TWITCH, A GOOD SIGN, AND THEN KICK-IN.
OH WHAT A FEELING.
I HURT LESS NOW, FEELING BETTER, MUCH BETTER.
THE PAINS ARE SUBSIDING, NOW ALMOST GONE.
I'M THERE, FULL KICK-IN.
I PRIMED, CENTERED, ALERT,
AND PSYCHED UP FOR THE DAY.

I WRITE, 'I AM GOING TO HAVE A GREAT DAY,
IT'S MY CHOICE, THEREFORE I CHOOSE TO DO SO'.

THE TIME, ANYWHERE BETWEEN FIVE AND SIX.
RIGHT, LETS GET GOING,
MAKE READY AND GET INTO THE DAY.

..
.