stop the fantasies
of giving up,
prevent me
from the anguish
of pain
return to me
the skill of ambulation.
Steroids are my dangerous friend.
They make my heart pound
like an angry wind at the door,
but I love how well
they make me feel!
I don't want them!
Osteoporosis results, they say.
I don't have enough
cortisol of my own
to do the job.
I don't want them,
but I need them.
They're like a
Jesus healing
at the big tent,
all the folks in wheel chairs
brought up on stage,
then they dance a jig
down the aisles.
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
I don't dance jigs
nor go to tent preachers.
I've got the best healing doctor.
With a needle in my spine
filled with steroids,
I can ambulate
down the hallway
without my walking stick,
get in the car and drive
Next weekend I will
assemble the sun shade canopy!
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
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Note: Picture is from the Turbo Squid website.
Love the picture of the perfect spine... wish someone could give that to you!!!
ReplyDeleteI totally relate! Only my steroids are for my breathing...without them the asthma would beat me.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Adrienne!
ReplyDeleteCiss, My asthma improves when I take it in pills, not so much with advair. This year is challenging!