MY NEUROLOGIST SAVED MY LIFE TODAY SORRY I WILL NOT STRESS OVER IMMATURE PERSONS SENDING TERRORIST THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES TO A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURED DISABLED WOMAN TODAY AH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY RELIEF GOD BLESS AMERICA
Taunted bully teased for suffering
with mental illness it is emotionally
challenging just to open up to share
your creativity in the form of writing
therapist say keep writing crisis team
says you matter and then the bullies
appearing terrorist threats attempting
to extort your mental health care extort
my traumatic brain injury claim extort
my American poetry just because I suffer
from mental emotional illness I've amazing
been being bullied terrorized by bullies
I'm blessed to have my neurologist treating
my traumatic headaches I'm blessed to
have doctors treating my daytime sleep
apnea ptsd anxiety basically I'm blessed
God loves me in spite my bullies today
I suffered horrid headaches doesn't stop
my bullies from threatening my life though
attempting to extort my American poetry
God Bless America
When you were born
It was the best of days
Such a small one
Your life had begun in different ways
There was something wrong
We thought then
And went to the doctors
To put our doubts to end
So the tests were made
To put it all to rest
Parents assured it would be alright
Just a pinched nerve no big mess
So we sat in the Hospital
Speaking to a Neurologist then
A tidy office on a cold day
But we found it the beginning and not end
Your son has cerebral palsy
And it’s incurable
I can’t tell how bad it will be
Go home and do what you are able
So we went home
And told our crowd
Tears and hugging
For us were allowed
The years have gone by
And there have been ups and downs
But one thing is known for certain
It wasn’t his choice
And we guide him where he’s bound.
© Paul Warren Poetry
When we were young we’d go for weeks
And nary a doctor we’d see.
But now that our senior years have arrived
Seems that hardly a moment is free.
Appointments accumulate day after day -
It’s hard to keep them all straight.
The dates and the times all mix in my head –
Is tomorrow my eyes or my weight?
My calendar says my dentist I’ll see -
'Twas Friday I’m sure that he said –
But his office just called to tell me - oh no!
I should be there this morning instead.
The heart doctor wants me on Tuesday PM,
The same day I’m due for a scan.
The neurologist gave me a change in my date
To a day that I have other plans.
Although I’m aware that my age is advanced
I’m still walking and feeling just fine.
So why am I in this ridiculous state?
Maybe your guess is better than mine!
Relative of mine believes in enjoying life
Her husband earns well
But they spend all in shopping, dining and sightseeing
Lavish house well decorated
Designer clothes, car, all luxurious amenities
Their credit card is always overdrawn
Most purchases made on instalments
Few days back, her husband's right fingers became numb
Neurologist said it can be cured easily.
Operation would cost two lakh
Now she is sitting in her house clutching at straws
Imagine an ice pick
to the core of the meat
twist and yank and pull
through smashed socket
cracking temples in a vice grip
hammer through bone and gristle
take that sharpened fork,
heated sear my tender neck
claw it off my tightened shoulders,
dull saw my jaw ragged
grind out each tooth
every nerve alive
flesh shivers
mouth waters with contained spew
taste of rot and bananas
every little sound
chews off my ears
is this what death feels like.
no. no.
*
My neurologist (brain doctor) encouraged me
to submit this poem for all who have felt the
wrath of migraine pain. I am also posting for
those who have never experienced a
migraine, lucky...
The neurologist hung me out to dry
“No cure,” says he as I hang by a thread
All dressed up and wanting to fly
Took torturous tests that I did dread
What? No means of comfort? Have I misread?
Like a kitten on a hook, I hang and wait
Please take me down and offer hope
Now in a chiropractor’s hands I rest my fate
On my spine he’ll press and grope
With the symptoms, I’m learning to cope
Yet, as I hang here, medical bills are tossed at me
Insurance pays a bit, but it’s running out
Praying for a treatment to set me free
Months pass; whiskers grow from my snout
In a debtors’ prison I’ll land, no doubt
July 31, 2011
By Carolyn Devonshire
*Entry for Francine’s “Hangin’ in There” contest
dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body
family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat
EKG failed to determine cause
left me more in doubt than at ease
dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s “Marathon Man”
the more pain inflicted
the more he rejoiced
deep root cleaning caused severe infection
bloodwork done by Vampira clones
labs filled with tubes and needles
results not shared with me
yet I footed the bill
optometrist an Oriental who moved so fast
didn’t care if the prescribed glasses worked
boo on you, dang aristocrats
waving your credentials
nurses so slow to respond
MRI promised on CD, but couldn’t be obtained
just like the blood tests, needed a “report”
doctors driving me insane
each should share my mental hospital bills
*Based on ongoing health tests and written for PD’s contest. Assignment Free Verse, 25 lines, category slam, sad and educational, title: Mental Hospital Bills