The reference to the wrist is my Mio Alpha pulse reader watch....extremely accurate.
Atrial Flutter is the diagnosis.
I hope you all enjoy it.
I have never ever written poetry in my life before this.
Here I am stuck in the hos
Have no control not being the bos
The heart is racing
I can't keep pacing
Can't find the doc
So I'm watching the clock
Oh wait! The docs arrived
I'll see what's contrived
They're sending me home
Like a lost garden gnome
The drums are still beating
I'm tired of just eating
I'd like to be running
With all systems humming
They said 'wait some more'
Your not leaving the door
My heart is Tachy
It's sending me whacky
The doc has relented
Which has sent me demented
They have passed the buck
And have said good luck
With a referral in place
There is no need to chase
I'm seeing the expert
With my rhythm to convert
He will set me straight
He will tell me, it's all good mate.
I visit the doc
At two o'clock
He begins to mutter
You've got Atrial Flutter
He prescribes a pill
So I don't feel ill
The rate will come down
So there's no need to frown
I take the script down
To the man in the town
He comes rushing over
To look me over
That many med
Not good for the head
I show him my wrist
He can now see the twist
That pulse is still stuck
Like it was hit by a truck
It has a mind of its own
That no-one can clone
When the time is up
I do not give up
It has five days to go
Before the next blow
I will lay on the bed
Whilst they connect a new thread
They'll turn on the power
At the turn of the hour
The jolt will be quick My head will feel thick
My pulse will be right
So I can sleep at night
(more to come)