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.