I found this poem written by a neurosurgeon Dr.John Oro. Wow..he gets it. Wish he had been Ryans doctor. So I Say Another headache The third today We all have them So they say I’m getting dizzy My vision blurred Your getting older Don’t be absurd I’m staying home Too tired to go Go see your doctor She should know Too many symptoms You must be stressed Take medication And get some rest I cannot think well Can’t find the words My memory slipping My speech gets slurred We’ll get a scan Since you insist If we find nothing Please don’t persist Don’t make me laugh Don’t make me cry It hurts to strain I don’t know why Your scan is fine By report today Incidental Chiari So they say Incidental What do you mean By a doctor I have not seen It is anxiety That makes you so The world is stressful I think you know I pulled away Gave up, or such Until the pressure Became too much I waded through The Internet Fearful of losing What I had left It took some time To come to know My brain is hanging Down too low With every beat The fluid flows Deep in the brain To the opening below The rush of fluid Seeking release Finds cerebellum Which makes it cease The pressure spikes My head explodes It makes such sense Now that I know Working together We’ll find a way To make it better So I say
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 16:57:38 +0000
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