Bloods okay, joints always sore,
Used to that, so accept more.
Pain under left ribs, nothing to worry,
When, to my GP, I do scurry.
Ultrasound is the best way to go,
Second now, first nothing to show.
Organs okay, look for hernias now,
Hernias no, GP a troubled brow.
“You’re very unusual” he says to me,
“Interesting, different, unique” says he.
“Your internal layout is upside down,
Not sure what that means,” he says with a frown.
“A surgical opinion must be sought,
So we know what you have got, or not.
Is your appendix on the left or right,
Or tucked away, out of sight?”
“It’s so important to know your layout,
So, a correct diagnosis comes about.
It means we were looking in the wrong place,
With your appendix pain, on previous dates.”
I tried to smile at my GP,
When he was saying all this to me.
I do, at times, feel sorry for him,
When I walk in, he must feel grim.
Oh no this patient is never easy,
To diagnose when she’s feeling queasy.
Is it her joints, or maybe her blood,
Or some condition she’s already had.
I then come home and tell my husband,
Who smiles and tries not to look stunned!
The poor man puts up with such a lot,
When, once again I say, “fine, I’m not!”
Thank you all for being there,
When times are tough and hard to bear.
It is so great to see love and care,
In a world sometimes, bereft and bare.
What happens next?
Shingles Shot, ET and Hydroxea
bone pain??
