The Hypochondriac
I went and sneezed this morning, I never sneeze that way
Is this the end?’ I ask myself ‘is this my final day?’
Oh they will shrug their shoulders and surely give a sigh
But it’s not their life at stake, for me the end is nigh!!
Should I call the ambulance or just the doc instead?
Or sip lemon and honey and crawl back to my bed?
‘It’s man flu’ she says, like a pharmacist who knows,
But each and every ailment, surely she cannot diagnose?
Last week I had a cough, she dismissed it out of sight
But it was touch and go I tell you, it gave me such a fright
And then there was the shingles, okay then just a spot,
But it could have been the shingles, that’s what I could have got!!
If they only understood, that it’s not the same for me,
That I want to live a healthy life, ailment free.
It really is depressing that one day I’ll be right
And the way I sneezed this morning, it could well be tonight.
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