The Day My Life Went Bizacko
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I notice it's April Fool's Day but my poem is not a joke. I have such bizarre annoying sensations because I believe a drug I was given messed up my nervous system. I only mentioned half my problems in this poem, but in some ways, I have improved slightly over the past year. I'm not in any great pain. Just feel like an alien. I found the word Bizacko online and found it quite fitting because indeed, I feel bizarre and whacko every day now! Please ladies, if a doctor tries to put you on Prolia, DON'T DO IT.
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The day my life went bizacko,
I had me a brush with “big C”
“No biggie; just radiation,” they said,
“after lumpectomy.”
“No, wait,” said the surgeon,“Your cancer’s genetic!
Let’s have you do chemo too.”
A doctor friend wiser said that would be
a ludicrous thing to do.
Chemo just for prevention?
How wackadoodle is that?
Despite the fact I’m “genetic,”
I turned down their chemo flat.
Did radiation and thought I was done
till my bones were then given a scan.
“Keep your bones strong. You must take our drug,”
said my doofus oncologist man.
Prolia shots every six months.
Four times I did that in all.
Come to find out – folks going OFF it
are breaking their bones when they fall!
I went off it anyway.
Rare side effects were making me feel insane.
Two years since then and still I have got
Prolia on my brain.
My mouth is bizarre -half-numb and plain dumb
like my outer lips aren’t even there!
Like plastic or wool my mouth feels inside,
so an old worn-out mouthguard I wear.
The mouthguard’s my comfort, but it’s gotten yellow
and I look strange when I smile.
Good thing for me to NOT be in public
but stuck in my house for this while.
New doctors I visit will not diagnose me.
One of them thinks I am whacko.
Doctors look after each OTHER while I
keep living a life bizacko!
April 1, 2020
239 words for Caren Krutsinger's The Day My Life Went Whacko Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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