“Hello!” Smiled the Doctor, “Please take a seat.’
This is always the greeting, each time we meet.
“So how are you feeling? How have you been?”
My mind races round, thinking where to begin.
Before I reply or utter a word,
She’s looked in my eyes, their voice has been heard.
I take a deep breath to hold back the tears,
But my shaking hands, reveal my fears.
I start to talk, quite slowly at first,
explaining how my life is a curse.
My lip starts to wobble, I continue to speak,
but I feel too exhausted, my body is weak.
I must stop talking, I don’t have a choice,
my anxiety’s showing, by the quake in my voice.
She watches me, with a heartfelt look,
then checks her screen, for ‘meds’ I’ve took.
“Let’s try upping your dose, and prescribe you another.”
We both agree and nod to each other.
“I want to see you, in a couple of weeks.”
With more zombie med’s, I’m becoming a freak !