Quite disturbing is the realization that the consequence of serious illness
Adds damage from its own dynamics, worsening symptoms to a hellish level.
Hours of convulsive episodes reveal failed treatments intended to cure
Instead I have whiplash and the trial of convincing my Doc to test me some more.
Fortunately for me, he was willing to throw the book at me, inside and out
Not so good for my hubby who held me as I hung from his arms for my chiropractic care.
Gotta hand it to my Doc for making it all work when I could not stand
Both of them enduring the gutteral eruptions of screams when my brain is afire, nonetheless.
We all got through it, me with zero sleep from the night before
Grateful for the comfort from a local burger joint to restore our famished bodies, minds.
Oh to have respite from this waking nightmare whose root-cause is still mysterious
It’s the kind of Groundhog Day that repeats until you finally get it or maybe not.
Someday maybe . . . Lord willing. JJ
Jesus is for the Wounded 