Saturday, July 28, 2012
Its not my imagination by Liz R
My right eye’s always twitching.
My legs are filled with lead.
I am forever dropping things.
And they say it’s in my head.
I have six pairs of glasses
With no two quite the same.
And I wear each one on different days
‘Cuz my eyes keep playing games.
I have this buzzing feeling
Deep inside my head.
And a jolt of electricity
Just made my feet fly off the bed.
Sometimes my throat won’t swallow.
Sometimes I pee my pants.
When I ask the docs, “Is this MS?”
They just say “There’s a chance.”
When my tongue went into spasm
It did a u-turn in my throat
And blocked my life’s-breath airway.
The doc said, “Make a note.”
My legs went numb and swollen
And doctors shook their head.
But they won’t put a label on it
Until I’m good and dead.k
The vertigo is dreadful,
The burning skin’s a pain.
The doctor give me lots of pills
And says, “Come back again!”
It isn’t diabetes
Or syphilis, or a tumor.
But they won’t tell me what it is
And I’m almost out of humor.
One neuro just shook his head
And said, “See Dr. House.”
Another actually said, “Get laid.”
A third, “Redecorate your house.”
I am not a hypochondriac.
This whimsical thing is real
So please just give me a definite name
For the crappy way I feel!