Insult the Doctor!

I’ve been an unwilling hostess
to Mr. Flu and Mr. Bruce S.
while Eik brothers – Hedd, Buck and sTom-Mack
alternately ravished my body restless
stress? fatigue? immune anemia?
lupus (God forbid)? hypochondria? (haha!)
are these pains themselves the diseases?
or symptoms of some unknown illness?
I’m tired of getting sick,
I rage against science’s inability to ascertain quick,
I see my old pillows like little monsters in trance,
my blanket – an iron encumbrance,
the bed – a sick pit,
its sight and comfort, I no longer long,
I no longer seek.

Impatience... grueling impatience…
to unscholarly “under observations”…
i’m annoyed by ditto prescriptions.
Patience… the nature’s pace is patience…
tread on it, never leave it,
survive the odds, dear heart, damn it!
t'is not the first time you’ve gone through this shit
or is it?

Temperance… forbearance…
a mantra to carve in remembrance…
forgive my temper, should my manners falter,
if “symptoms persist”,
i’ll INSULT the doctor!