Abused Muse

I visited the Doctor today, For the result of my husband's tests. I was concerned about him And wished him all the best I had brought some blank paper, And a couple of biro pens, Lately, I've been thinking, I may never write again. My muse is disappearing, Waving me goodbye, I understand this, And here's the reason why. I have abused my muse, In many different ways Often I don't listen, And my muse slinks away. He thinks I am too old, To comprehend. Also, senior citizens, Drive muses around the bend, My husband stood before me, Smiling happily, I looked down at my paper, And shouted out with glee, I don't remember writing this I wonder who that can be!