First we had the migraines, that just made me sad
Then there was the fibro, now that was really bad
And as the years went by I added more onto my list
So many illnesses later I think you get the jist.
My old GP saddled me with heartburn and indigestion
And I got myself a new GP and a very good suggestion
He said I need the camera down, he'd do that job for me
I'd then know what the problem was and meds would set me free.
First he found the ulcers, stomach and duodenal
I am glad he could not see what was going on in renal
He said I had the scarring and it had been going on for years
And I was at risk of stomach cancer, that brought on the tears.
And just for good measure, He said I had a Hiatus Hernia
And knowing how painful that can be, aint it enough to turn ya
So adding that to IBS, and scarring in the throat
I wondered how many others where sailing in my boat.
And one day I awoke, with pain and ruddy swelling too
In my foot, I cried out loud, it was turning blue
Bloods tests done and results are in, meaning I had to go out
He said no doubt about Lin, I'm afraid you do have gout.
And then things, they got worse, my toes turned black and split
My hubby took a look at them and said ' oh god, oh no, oh s**t'
So off I went to try and get my feet sorted and repaired
And you'll never guess what she said, I feared what I had heard.
Your foot pulses aren't working, and it's because you smoke
And because of this I warn you now you are at risk of a stroke
It does not matter if you stop, it may help but it can't be reversed
So now due to smoking all those fags, again my life is cursed.
And then as a smoker, I needed my breathlessness resolved
To get it sorted out and see the score a few scans would be involved
I built up all my hopes that things would be okay, not ready for a shock
COPD & Emphysema, too late as my lungs really are all to cock.
Osteoarthritis in the upper spine, no movement in the bottom
No wonder some days I sit and cry, oh boy do I feel rotten
And now my eyes are failing, I find it's very hard to see
Plus menieres disease joined the ark to really harrass me.
And how would I love a day where I am free from pain
But I know that it will never be, that day won't come again.
So there are no meds to set me free, the ulcers won't allow it
And patches don't stay on my skin, so in pain I have to sit
And then we have the menopause to throw into the pot
And when I sit and think of it I have the flippin' lot.
My balance is out of sync, there is nothing they can do
They're trying me on SERC for that, but that just leaves me blue
So who needs to wallow and feel sorry for herself, I guess that would be ME
I feel for those with illnesses but come on I do have more than three.
If I had just the one problem, then I think that maybe I could cope
But having a whole bunch of them makes me lose all hope
So now I have stopped smoking, my only pain respite
And now I sit and curse my health well into the night.
I am not looking for pity, we have been dealt our hand of cards
But when they dealt the illnesses they went the whole nine yards
I am happy for the life I have and will do my very best
To cope with fibro on its own and forget about the rest.
There are people out there we know who have it worse than me
And the fact I often mope for me is an embarrassment to see
So here I am sitting and feeling really proud of who I am inside
And tell myself in honesty, the illnesses are only along for the ride.