I wrote a poem for my doctor that I thought might amuse you all. I’ve had another injection today because I’ve decided having feeling in my fingertips is actually quite helpful.
To my doctor
Hello Mr. doctor, I hope that you’re ok,
I know you think I’m crazy and wish I’d go away,
I know you think it’s strange how I like to feel my fingers
Or survive the day without a nap
(That exhaustion really lingers).
I know you think my blood tests are ‘absolutely fine’,
You tell me that I’m anxious, I suspect you think I whine,
To me the movement in my limbs is not an added plus,
Although you think that’s curious, and that I make a fuss,
I hope you never end up at the mercy of a man,
Who says that he will help you (but somehow never can),
So to sum my thoughts up doctor, and I know that you will scoff,
But I bought some b12 from abroad and now I’ll say... 🤬🤬
(You weren’t very helpful 😆)