via Daily Prompt: Bite
Who knew that six Months of my life,
Would disappear in symptoms rife.
That I would struggle with all my might,
Just because of that one small bite.
In the teeth a mighty kick,
The result of a tiny tick.
Flooring me with a hefty thud
Suddenly infected my blood.
The shaking body and endless pain,
Diagnosis that I sought to gain
But here I’m ill six months on
Feeling dejected nothing done
Doctors and hospitals none the wiser
Changes in diet an appetiser.
Painkillers caused me problems galore,
Who could have guessed what they held in store.
Will try almost all that they suggest,
But if it came from me at my behest.
Felling shot back down in flames,
I’m not enjoying their sad games.
The blood is taken and tested once more,
How many times? Not keeping score.
Again it’s not sent for the right test,
Chasing them up for each request.
Testing again for this and for that,
Breathless, exhausted feeling flat.
Lethargy forces me to take cover,
With dizziness and falling over.
The independence that I had so long,
Or used to have, now seems to be gone.
Reliant upon those who I love,
Whilst illness continues to push and shove.
Shunted again from pillar to post,
Can I see the person who knows the most.
The one who can put the picture together,
So I don’t have to be ill forever.
The hope that is the tempting lure,
That they will offer me a cure.
Instead of hanging me out to dry,
As months and years go hurtling by.
The voice goes quiet when I speak,
As the brain fog makes me weak.
The strength from within hidden below
I’ve forgotten much more than I know.
Trauma blamed I seek to absolve,
But physical illness they’re yet to resolve.
This thing that brought me to my knees,
They’ll tell you it isn’t Lyme Disease.
But this sickness by it’s very design,
Will limit your movement and you’ll resign
Yourself to the life that you once had,
Before they accused you of being mad.
The person you knew, where your light once shone,
Unrecognisable from then, now has gone.
Your forthright opinion can make you bold,
Before Depression finds its stronghold.
But ruled by the pain and distress
You’ll find yourself settle for less.
Some answers that you seek to find
To reassure it’s not all in your mind.
Desperately trying some new fad,
If it works you’ll be so glad.
Time goes on you’ll clutch at straws,
But the same old story often bores.
Now only your true friends still remain,
Their Love outshone the sad refrain.