The Hypochondriac

I"m getting rather faint again I don"t feel well at all. My back has gone,my legs both ache must sit in case i fall Scurvy,swine flu,measles mumps. I must have had the lot I even broke out in a sweat whilst i was in my cot The doctor calls,he doesnt care, Just looks at me and smiles. I grimace back in pain,not joy. I"ve just sat on my piles The end is nigh,and thats a fact. Of this i can be sure. My epitaph will surely read.. They couldn"t find the cure