The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill

Here I Thought Finding a Diagnosis Would Be Freeing

  I went to the doctors for my pain
And he told me:
Lyrica, Cymbalta, Ultram.
He said no side effects
Just weight gain
Maybe five pounds top,
But these beautiful names
Sent me spinning never to stop
With my nerves shot
And the migraines growing
The dizziness kept me moving
While the mood swings forced me to stop.
I could no longer keep anything down,
But he was right
Maybe five pounds top
Would force itself from me
With every broken promise
And every wish for a different
Life.