Haiku four days post-panniculectomy

[gwendally]

Burgeoning complaints
need limits, circumspection.
I will use haiku.

One gram tylenol
does less than diddlysquat.
Tylenol: teh suck.

Flat and stringy hair,
joined with hairy smelly pits.
Damn I need to bathe!

Devilish red horns
jutt from nesting pubic hair.
Drain tubes torture me.

"Coughing" has become
a "To Do" item on my
short but daunting list.

Not even haiku
is appropriate for whines
on constipation.